No sooner had Donald Trump secured the presidency for a second time than the commentators began commentating and the prophets began prophesying.
Mercifully, from the point of view of intellectual life, the history of culture records very few total victories.
How should the left counter right-wing irony, if not by adopting the same destructive rhetorical strategies as Trump, or else slipping back into its own contemptuous habits?
Even when sincerely believed, the “truths” of the post-feminists are alternative; their motives mixed, if not downright ulterior.
After all, was it not true that I—that she—had desired to become a he? That hers was a desiring self coterminous with his—with my—“authentic” one?
I expected to find something of a political sideshow at NatCon; instead, I found a movement, perhaps the only one I’d encountered during my time in D.C.
How should the left counter right-wing irony, if not by adopting the same destructive rhetorical strategies as Trump, or else slipping back into its own contemptuous habits?
Even when sincerely believed, the “truths” of the post-feminists are alternative; their motives mixed, if not downright ulterior.
After all, was it not true that I—that she—had desired to become a he? That hers was a desiring self coterminous with his—with my—“authentic” one?
I expected to find something of a political sideshow at NatCon; instead, I found a movement, perhaps the only one I’d encountered during my time in D.C.
Jan-Werner Müller is a political philosopher and historian of ideas who teaches at Princeton University.
We didn’t know her. What an opportunity. She could have said, been, anything.
“You mean to say that when this war’s over, you expect us to start fighting all over again?”
He put the book down. He felt embarrassed to be reading a great Japanese modernist on top of a mushroom.
Leonora called me and told me that Mrs. K had disappeared. “Disappeared?” I asked stupidly. “What do you mean, disappeared?”
The thing that actually matters about a scene is the work it produces. So I decided to read the work.
Not long ago, I was sitting on the floor in the middle of my living room looking at my shelves, thinking about the logistics of leaving my husband.
During the summer of 2010, I experienced the inexplicable rampage of Silly Bandz in real time.
