Look, we have a person grabbing a woman by the neck. What if it was a man being grabbed? What if the man had arms like Popeye? What if the man was a mystic, and turned to smoke at the merest brush? What if the man had the face of god, and when you looked at him you saw all your mother's love multiplied into infinity? What if when he was grabbed the souls of the two men united, everyone in the room felt warm, their veins glowed a luminescent blue, and the most beautiful sound descended from the heavens, the sound of a lone voice, but one at total peace with this special kind of solitude, for the very bends of the sound, the shape of it, filled your heart with such sustenance, such grace, such love, such energy, that when you looked back at the man's face to see the face of god you see your own face smiling back at you, contented, with the innocence of a child. What then? You can guarantee the media wouldn't give a shit unless it was a woman