Picture this: you're at home, alone, and you suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to bellow into the abyss. Perhaps you've just formulated a take too spicy for the written word. Perhaps you're just mad about shit. You open up your Facebook app but right when you tap "LIVE" you catch sight of your face -- hideous, gnarled, cracked and broken. You swiftly close out of the app, burdened with a heavy sense of grief. Still burdened with that yearning to release your hot take, you begin to weep.