Tuesday morning, some terrible news rang through the internets. I think I’ve finally gotten enough of a handle on my uncontrollable weeping (no YOU’RE being hyperbolic!) that I can now share with you all. If you haven’t heard, brace yourselves…
Hayley Atwell has left Twitter.
Now, before you start yelling at strangers on the internet, Atwell has assured us that no mean trolls drove her away. She just wants to be a person.
And while I am so happy that Atwell is dedicated to living her very best life (which I think does generally, for most of us, include far less internet), a light has most certainly gone out. Atwell was a master of this medium. She was— I mean, she IS, but now only in private— so fantastically, genuinely goofy,
Yet obviously, so hot.
She gave us a window into the less glamorous parts of being glamorous on television.
All social media is curated and contrived to some extent, but Atwell had that magical skill that made us at least feel like she was letting us know her, letting us laugh with her while she laughed at herself.
She spoke the truth.
And she was sweet as hell.
So long, Hayley Atwell. We’ll miss you.