October 10, 2017
I loathed the movie Whiplash. If you haven’t seen it, I’ll spoil it for you here. An embittered genius jazz band conductor for an elite New […]
October 9, 2017
Nobody was there for the content, advertised or otherwise. They were there to commune with Peterson's body. The gaze of the audience was only broken by thrilled shudders elicited when he sputtered out old standbys like "cultural marxism".
October 7, 2017
Jordan Peterson doesn’t need “safe space”, and neither do I.
October 6, 2017
How painful it is to become disillusioned with an authenticity project. To become ironic about yoga culture, skeptical of its pathways of authority, doubtful of its origin stories. How shameful to realize you were making yourself feel better by othering, by positively colonizing.