underachieving / oversharing
If anything positive can be said to have come out of the horror of the last couple of years, it’s that the West’s inability to reconcile its liberal fantasies about itself with the exigencies of maintaining a settler-colonial empire has been laid bare with shocking clarity and detail,
"You don't win just because you're right.” - Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor I've put a content filter on what's left of my social media feeds, blocking anything related to future Democratic presidential candidate Jon Stewart. Obviously I, too, crave that sense of smarmy
We’ve all known for a minute now that Spotify is, broadly speaking, evil, but Liz Pelly’s excellent Mood Machine: The Rise of Spotify and the Costs of the Perfect Playlist goes well beyond a retread of the familiar arguments. There’s plenty of fuel in there for righteous
“Being able to sing good ain’t all about having a good singing voice a’tall. A good singing voice helps. But when you come up in the Hard Shell Baptist Church like I did you understand early that the fellow that sings is the singer. Them that waits for
Of all the dualities constantly rattling around in my brain – form and content, structure and agency, ideal and material – the tension between individual and collective feels among the most foundational, the most likely to cast its shadow over conversation and filter the ways I’m weighing things. We can’t
It’s all base and superstructure again these days in the group chat: the material versus the discursive, the economic versus the cultural, whether a clear delineation between them is ever actually possible, or if either can ever be understood without the other. I think we can all agree that
Soon it will have been a year. Of course, it had already been sixteen, and seventy five, and one hundred, and neither had those accretions crossed the threshold we’ve all nonetheless been holding out for – that elusive enough, khalas, ya basta that could finally turn the tide. We'
I seem to be meeting a lot of new people these days, and thus fairly frequently testing out little nutshell explanations of what I’m doing with my life. Being asked “Qu’est-ce que tu fais dans ta vie?” has always struck my WASPy neural pathways as a little abrupt,
Your tax dollars at work, comrades: Once you start looking you see it everywhere, but it’s different everywhere it appears, and it never stays the same for very long. It's also never purely itself: capital has never been alone in the field of relations facing any given
Just naming the thing is half the battle, but to do that you've got to learn to see it from a distance. That's the strategy I try to use, anyway. You've got to be able to find the edges, to know it has an
Look, you know I love indulging in all the discourse-about-discourse, where things are always unstable and contingent, and any traffic in words necessarily entails ongoing negotiation over their meanings. This constitutes a whole terrain of struggle, to be sure, and the labour that goes into understanding is a beautiful thing.
It's always an uphill battle against recuperation and cooptation, right? There are just so many avenues along which transgressive or radical ideas are evacuated of their urgency and reduced to empty aesthetics, or to anachronistic dogma, or to neoliberal identity games. S0 I tell myself it’s because