Because Strictly is supposed to be pure escapism. It’s sparkles, fake tans, and Craig saying “You were a bit stiff.” It’s not real life. It’s not crime. It’s not this.
We watch it to forget our own problems. To cheer for an 80-year-old doing a cha-cha. To laugh at a celebrity falling over. We don’t watch it for police reports.
So now? The bubble has burst. The sequins feel a little less shiny. And a cup of coffee feels like the only safe thing in the room.
One last thought
Please, be kind to the victim in this story. Whether the dancer is guilty or not, a real person made a real complaint. That takes guts. Huge guts.
And also? Don’t speculate like a crazy person on social media. You don’t know the facts. I don’t know the facts. Only the police and the courts do, and they’re working on it.
So for now? We wait. We watch. And we remember that even a world of glitter and waltzes can have some very, very dark corners. Pass the sugar, please. This one’s going to be bitter.
