Off-topic but on point a bit, recently the New Yorker ran a story on a rich middle-aged philosophy professor who fell in love with a student and divorced her husband to marry the student. The story was nearly 10,000 words of multi-syllabic navel-gazing psychobabble trying to intellectualize what the professor did while claiming to have new special insight on the nature of love. A facebook comment on the article pointed out that if you're an upper-class graduate professor with tenure at a college in the northeast and you drop your spouse for a much younger person, you get the 10,000-word New Yorker article defending you, but if you are a regular person you instead go on Jerry Springer and get booed. I think there's something we can metaphorize from that to the whole Alexi Pappas situation.