Hmm…
“I do the show for me and for people like me, and I don’t care how the rest of the world sees it quite frankly. That’s great. We make a show for ourselves. We put it out to the world. We birth it and then the world receives it however they want to receive it. “
Hmm…
“I know! I know!” she wails, when I tell her she offers more questions than answers. But having no desire to be an activist, she doesn’t see it as her business to fix the patriarchy. “Maybe this sounds disingenuous, but I was writing for myself,” she says. “I just wanted to be clear about what I believe.”
I’m beginning to see a pattern! You know, I really need to hurry up and get to reading Christopher Lasch’s The Culture of Narcissism. I really don’t think modern progressivism can be completely grasped without an appreciation of how thoroughly people in the last half-century or so have intertwined politics and personal therapy, to the detriment of us all. If you want to indulge in emotionally incontinent venting about the state of the world, well, you should probably grow up a bit and get over that, but at the very least, confine your useless tantrums to a blog or a therapist’s office, rather than broadcast them through a published book or TV show.