Schadenfreude is such an ugly and accurate description of a certain human motivation, that only the Germans would have coined it. It means “taking joy in the suffering of others.”
I hate the word, I hate the concept, I hate the feeling.
Whomever help me — when I read that Michael Jackson had to pawn off a gaudy two-million dollar watch just to keep the heat on, I am filled with a childlike glee so raw and mean I ought really to be ashamed.
But I’m too busy smiling.