Portrait of the Artist as a False Accuser
An artist should be able to create whatever artifact she likes out of the tissue of her own reality—within such boundaries prescribed by libel law.
An artist should be able to create whatever artifact she likes out of the tissue of her own reality—within such boundaries prescribed by libel law.
Collectively, the essays paint a fascinating and disturbing picture of pre-dystopian anomie and dissolution.
The need for bridge-building and constructive dialogue has been overtaken by the belief that everyone in Israeli society is complicit in that nation’s uniquely deplorable sins.
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Consumption decreases when people abandon animal products for aesthetic reasons, and aesthetic converts might become moral converts later.
Sexist comments and “ambient harassment” are, by their very nature, more ambiguous than a boss’s groping or demands for sexual favours.
Web sites such as Project Unbreakable, notwithstanding the good intentions behind their creation, can serve as a resource kit for dishonest complainants.
Without voluntary associations, we tend to reduce unfamiliar individuals down to a set of salient features.
As an answer to the conundrum of consent I don’t think much of it.
Under current social conditions, even the most layered and qualified opinions can be distorted, misrepresented, over-simplified, exaggerated, and generally treated as those of enemies whose voices must be shut down.
The genre of “white people doing something to black people” is, by now, a well-established media genre that generates easy clicks. But there is also an unsettling subplot that few seem willing to discuss.
Is populism a polite synonym for xenophobia—or a righteous movement to wrest power from elites?
Huxley’s dissection of a seventeenth century social pandemonium, whipped up in an era of shifting sexual mores, is a timeless indictment of the latent monstrousness within all human beings.