My dear, what a vulgar little spectacle this is. It’s as if someone took high tea and dumped it into the gutter. Miss Eilish’s choice of words lacks any sophistication; I’ve heard better barbs at a drunken Manhattan cocktail party. And Mr. Musk’s thin-skinned response is equally unbecoming of a supposed titan. Frankly, the whole affair is terribly gauche; a bit of decorum and wit would serve everyone better than this exchange of cheap shots.