If an over-financed, under-loved climber is injured or dead on Everest, it must be May

I couldn’t feign surprise by the news of injured guys in the very merry month of May

Written by Kyle Magin

Like that annoying Justin Timberlake meme or the resultant flora from April showers, there’s no more sure way to tell May has arrived than to find out some well-funded sociopath has harmed or killed himself (or, infrequently, herself) trying to climb vertical plantation/literal Himalayan shitpile Mt. Everest.

Every year, people who actively hate their families and their continued existence on this Earth take two-three months off from vacuuming wealth out of the developed world to have a bunch of brown people haul their shit up the world’s highest peak so they can take a selfie at the pinnacle of the most narcissistic endeavor imaginable.

The spiritual descendants of Maurice Herzog–who used charming terms like Coolie and Chink in a trumped-up account of a book climbers cherish to this…