When does the act of acknowledging your own complicity in an unjust system start to look like an empty gesture? Aaron Colton considers the work of Jia Tolentino.
Inexplicably acclaimed, Rooney’s novel offers canned millennial gender play with a scrawny garnish of warmed-over Marxism.
Status quos can be insidious. They subsist by creeping into our worlds often without our being aware, because […]
Our first week in a post-Anthony Kennedy America was about as bad as one would expect. But… BUT… […]
In a possibly, and very likely, apocryphal story that circulated among my social circle at the University of […]
Occasionally, when I’m speaking to a class of 100 18-year-olds, I make the mistake of referring to them […]