At a party on Saturday, I had too much wine and began making gross generalizations instead of my usual fine distinctions. I regret this behavior — it’s not who I am, and it won’t happen again.
I lowkey married a real marxology head as a way of abstaining from such discussions but I think there is an underlying tendency to think that writers primarily interested in questions of aesthetics are somehow counterrevolutionary which sorry to say makes the de facto mistake of leaving the question of aesthetics to the right
they should make a version of socializing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re still the weird 9 year old kid that doesn’t know why she’s not normal like the other kids