You played yourself .. Amerika
It was about 10 P.M. on November 8th when I realized how thoroughly I had played myself. I had imagined that I inhabited such a safe and silly position, in a messily but steadily ameliorating world. I had assumed that Hillary Clinton would win the Presidency; I assumed that Donald Trump was fundamentally unelectable. I had tried to remind myself that cultural gains dont translate to broad social consequences, and yetperhaps because it served my position to do soI had come to believe that they did. I had thought that, within my small life, I was credibly serving the future that I wanted: one in which we would have our first female President, one in which truth mattered, one in which Trump represented the death rattle of old prejudices rather than a vessel for those prejudices made hot-blooded and new. I allowed some sense of personal righteousness to satisfy me, and I suppose thats the beginning of where I went wrong.
In 2016, I played myself, and its no comfort to me that I am not alone. Many of us played ourselves. The phenomenon goes all the way to the top. A number of reports, citing sources close to Trump, have suggested that Trump never really wanted to be President. Our President-elect appears to have played himself, and all of us, too.
The Year We Played Ourselves
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/jia-tolentino/the-year-we-played-ourselves