What should we do with our anger and pain when we are wronged? I thought this often, as Kangana Ranaut rode the issue of nepotism, via the death of Sushant Singh Rajput. So much nastiness emanates from Team Kangana Ranaut, that it is hard to remember the Ranaut put down by male co-stars in early episodes of Koffee with Karan, or the Ranaut who wowed us with articulate dissections of industry power dynamics, and architected a vibrant new path for herself, or made us gasp with her comments on nepotism, in the face of petulance and accusations of menstrual black magic. But, as Arnab Goswami, a man with something of a Lutyens-sized wound himself, said the unprecedented words "As I listen to you Kangana" (yaniki, has Arnab ever listened to anyone?) I couldn't help think, that Ranaut has, ironically found her own cronyistic TV show, mirroring those she hates.

A quick study, as Kangana once mastered the language of liberal critique, so she is now fluent in right-wing troll-speak: insinuating half-phrases, twisted meanings, wild suppositions, limitless resentment, and egging troll armies on. This may be ugly, but much she speaks of—the petty vengefulness, the thuggish cliques, the snobbery and feudal hierarchy in the media industry—is rooted in equally ugly truths. How does one hold these things accountable in a more inspiring way?