I was just finishing up with dinner at a friend's house yesterday when I heard the news. I wasn't particularly shocked by it so much as saddened. Robin Williams was a fantastic entertainer, performer, and one of the best comedic improvisers I have ever seen. All of us should be grateful we were around to have seen him now, in the moment, instead of settling for bygone Youtube highlights. In the coming weeks, we can expect considerable dialogue about the severity of depression, which is what ultimately took Williams' life. It is already happening across many forms of social media, where faux-machismo tends to reign supreme. There, tough guys exert their bravado and call each other a pussy , or a fag , for not being "man enough" to handle something such as whatever it may have been Williams struggled with throughout his life. It's comically sad, but very much not surprising. All one should do in order to witness proof we're still among some of the lowe...