It is hard not to think about (or at least hear about) Ms. Love constantly, even today, her appetite for destruction now largely confined to social media, or a courtroom, or somehow both (Twitter libel!). She still enjoys trolling the bejesus out of Nirvana fans (Kurt Cobain: The Musical!), but that's a double-edged sword at best, an endless slog of clickbait-ennui anniversaries. (Twenty years since Kurt died last week; 25 years of Nevermind before you know it, and they'll be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on Thursday. Something untoward will probably happen.)
Last month, Courtney Love announced on Facebook that she'd possibly located Malaysian Airlines flight MH370. She had not. But my god, that would've been glorious. Oil right where she'd scrawled, "Oil"; the plane right where she'd scrawled, "Plane?" One of the great and terrible mysteries of our young century, cracked by one of the great and terribly reviled musical arch-villains of our last century, on Facebook, "C-L" helpfully scrawled in the lower-right-hand corner so we'd know it was her, but who else could it be? Who else would you want it to be?