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Domestic Violence and Social Media

I'm going to be very forward with this one.

What is with all this #imwithjohnny and #imwithamber bullshit?

Domestic violence is a very serious matter, so why is social media acting like it's a sports match? Why are there teams, why are people arguing with what happened?
I'm rather infuriated, people are acting as if this is a soap.
I have no clue what happened behind closed doors. I'm not going to say that domestic violence did or didn't take place, because how could I possibly know?

I'm scrolling through social media watching incredulously as people debate over these peoples lives, as if they know them or if they were there.
People calling her a gold digger and a liar that's trying to bring down Depps career (though unfortunately, as I saw tweeted today, abuse on women doesn't always damage a career beyond repair. Chris Brown, anyone?)
Others are convinced he did it.

I don't usually discuss celebrities and media because I think there's better things in this world to be worried about, but what frustrates me is that normal people online have turned a very serious issue into a game of who dun it.
An allegation of domestic violence is a serious one, and one that should be taken seriously and investigated, no matter your social status. It's seriously not up for debate, it's not a television drama.

Has twitter made people forget that these beings are human and have feelings?
That your comments have an effect on their already fragile emotional and mental health?
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