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 […]
Occasionally, when I’m speaking to a class of 100 18-year-olds, I make the mistake of referring to them […]
Over the past couple months or to be more accurate years, numerous commentators have bemoaned the apparent narcissism […]