For our liberal friends, Russia is the mythology that reassures: the catastrophe that has befallen us was not our fault.
Trump, the Skyline Chili of American presidents. No wonder he won Ohio.
White men — what are they thinking? What do they think about what they think? Is it good to write thinkpieces on thinking about how white men think?
It’s hard to believe we’re now so far from the “post-feminist” moment of the 1990s and early 2000s. We find ourselves in a very different place today.
It’s been a slow news week here in Batavia, Ohio, the taint of America. Apparently the Mueller report (kind of, sort of) came out, and liberals everywhere achieved an unbelievable tantric orgasm nearly two years in the making.
Cockpunches. Octopuses and otters. Shoe polish. Minnesota Mean. What the fuck is happening?
It’s 2019, kids. There’s something in the air. What is that smell? Lemon balm? Hope? …
It’s that time of year when people in the world of academia remember what the word “anticlimactic” really means. All this building tension over the course of the semester, and then when it reaches its seeming crescendo in early December — splat.