Lauren Spierer, an attractive young white woman from Westchester County, New York, which is practically the center of the civilized world, went off to college in the howling wilderness of Bloomington, Indiana, where the natives, called "Hoosiers", barely speak English and aren't more than three generations down from the trees.
About a month ago she went missing from everyplace but my television screen, where she has remained non-stop as both local and national news showed constant footage of the dogs and helicopters and scuba divers and thousands of volunteers that turned out every day for weeks, leaving no Monroe County stone unturned. This morning, an unidentified body was found near Fall Creek in Indianapolis (which is where I'd go look if I wanted to find a dead body, myself; I'd imagine the pickin's are usually pretty good there,) and they practically broke into the non-stop coverage of the Casey Anthony trial to tell me all about it, because it might be her. Or it might not.
Meanwhile, Morgan Johnson is still missing. But he's not from Westchester County, and he's a dude. And black. So the reaction from the media and the community at large has generally been "Meh." No dogs and helicopters and thousands of volunteers and national news coverage for Morgan. His distraught mom has actually filed a complaint.
The whole thing's almost enough to make me agree with the Huffington Post.
UPDATE: The dead body in Fall Creek turned out to not be Lauren, but rather an unidentified African-American woman. The press, predictably, lost interest almost immediately. I don't know whether to laugh or cry...