(…or, “a parenthetical comment on a bit of internet drama obscure enough that if you don’t immediately understand the reference, you can congratulate yourself on having more of a life than yr humble narrator and move on.”)
Playing with fire is a lovely hobby. Many people say so. Even more people do it even though they never admit to it in public.
Yet somehow, those same people will often look askance at you if you insist on indulging in it their basement. And they’ll usually get downright snippish if you demand that they provide you with additional matches and kindling.
It’s really best not to act surprised by this. People will assume, correctly, that you haven’t been paying attention. To what? To everything.