There is line from the 1985 movie “Mask” that sticks with me, though I haven’t seen the film since I was a preteen.
Told once again that her son’s medical prognosis is dire, the besieged mom, played by Cher, retorts, “If I’d dug his grave every time one of you geniuses told me he was gonna die, I’d be eating [expletive] chop suey in China by now!”
She could have given up on her son as an infant. Instead, she kept doing the work of caring for him, and the two had years of happiness together.
I think of that quote every time I see another headline about how print media is dead, or how gay media is dead, or how at least gay print media is dead.