God help me, reading
The Atlantic has become like watching an episode of
The Office. McArdle is having sex with Conservatism while pretending to be engaged to Libertarianism. Ta-Nehsi Coates has encased Ross Douthat's crucifix in Jello. Jeffrey Goldberg has a beet farm in the (Middle Eastern) countryside and can skin a Gazan in ten minutes. And Andrew Sullivan lords over them all, his core decency lost under a cloud of self-doubt and assumptions of male privilege.
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