Truth be told, I don't really care about this but in a harsh reality, shrimp nets and log splitting blogs don't pay the ole bills. Sure, I love Hamilton as much as the next stud muffin and value the arts more than other red-bearded hunks but I'd rather start my day with the majesty of a young kangaroo in his mother's skin pouch or by being whisked away to a waterfront where a fella is throwing a large net like a beautiful butterfly escaping its cocoon, or a lumberjack who is quarantined and needs to build his own wilderness planet fitness. Some people like zoom vids, I guess.
Whatever. To each their own. Enjoy.