Two or three years ago I went to my first nineties party. The nineties, a decade I could have sworn ended just a few weeks ago, but which is now being represented nostalgically and inventoried to be taken into a Museum of the Nineties. The movers have been busy recently boxing up the exhibits.
Something I used to hear about all the time and don’t miss: how the concept of “being” is irremediably “Greek” and therefore oppressive, etc
What once appeared to be a liberating application of high theory to essential aspects of political and cultural experience now seems silly. Tenured radicals have awakened out of their comfortable nineties slumber to reckon with full-scale catastrophe.
But I guess they’re still talking about phallogocentrism in Portland:
