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.
All That Man Is by David Szalay My rating: 2 of 5 stars I kept waiting for the irony to kick in. As I read stories of one white, straight, male, European protagonist after another, I kept waiting for the joke that would make the book’s title pay off. I confess I may have missed… Continue reading Some That Man Might Be?
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
Professor Dawkins, It pains me a little writing this. As a fellow atheist, I respect the work you’ve done promulgating atheist thought through your books and lectures. That you’ve chosen to absorb the attacks of religious zealots of all kinds makes me glad you’re here, and equally glad I’m not you. But when it comes to… Continue reading Dear Richard Dawkins,
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
Reading Rebecca Watson’s Slate article on sexism and sexual harassment in the skeptical community depressed me this morning. (And with a cold coming on and a car in the shop, I wasn’t in the market for anything more to be depressed about.) I don’t consider myself a member of the skeptic community, or indeed, of… Continue reading Dudes and Doubitability