Our culture has a fetish for putting old wine in new bottles. We reboot old TV and movie franchises, comic books, games, everything. We crave both novelty and familiarity, and like to get both at the same time if we can. Yiannopoulos is that in spades. He’s the racist, homophobic, sexist uncle you dread talking to at Thanksgiving, but he wears eyeliner and pearls.
Hey, you. White dude with the red cap. You with the gun rack in your pickup’s rear window. You who live in a white rural town where people are real and eat real food and have real values and go to real churches. I understand you. You think I don’t, but I do. What? Did you think… Continue reading I Understand You
Let’s start with V.S. Naipaul, Nobel Laureate of 2001: I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not. I think [it is] unequal to me. I’d be interested to see Mr. Naipaul put to a blind test. The closest thing we have… Continue reading Stupid Things Great Writers Say
Charles Krafft had me asking the question of how far artists can go round the twist before screwing up impressions of their work. Now comes Michelle Shocked. I’d never been a huge fan of her work, which doesn’t mean I didn’t like it if someone put it on a stereo. I just never bought any… Continue reading Michelle Shocks
A couple of days ago I did the Jeopardy Online Test. I most likely passed, but I’d be a damned sight happier if I hadn’t vapor locked on the Oscar Wilde question. History tells us that when Europeans forget how to stop pursuing policies that have no chance of working, things get ugly. (Not that… Continue reading Are You Pondering What I’m Pondering?