In a late conversation with a close friend of mine, she mentioned in passing the phrase America’s Next Top Victim. The conversation had steered itself around turns of President Trump’s White House shenanigans. We were speaking of those caught in policies, of victims. The phrase wasn’t hers – she had read it somewhere. I took a note of the words and let myself turn them over. Leafed the scrawl of my shattered pages, and the words reanimated – the Next Top Victim. VICTIM! The rhetoric is so loud. And loudness seems so uncouth in a land of the free, or at least it used to. The page returned months later and at my own annoyance, I had forgotten to jot a source to the reference. The words stood alone. As much as I had enjoyed them sat atop their nameless podium, I needed the source. Reluctantly I quickly punched its letters across a tab: A-M-E-R-I; relentless guesswork took hold – American Eagle, America’s newsroom, America’s next top model – I didn’t have time. The clues would slip away embarrassed. ENTER, and a list of articles fell from above. I was only looking for a source. That’s all. Perhaps I would read a jaunt or two, but only a few – I didn’t have time for the distraction. It was all very quick, the search, the load and click. I slipped to a page of NBC News –America's Next Top Model' Contestant Mirjana Puhar Found Dead. This wasn’t it. Excusing the exceptional circumstance I quickly returned to the list. Next one – Life in Prison for Killer of ‘Top Model’ contest. Again, wrong, again exceptional – I began reading.