The inanity going on at the NYT -- McNeil, the r-word, the doxxing thing -- would be meaningless if it weren't emblematic of something bigger. It's not about wokeness per se. Increasingly, it's about so-called elites erecting guardrails around their fortresses. /1
They do this by creating vernaculars, codes of conduct, etc., that cannot be learned so fast, that demand a certain conditioning.
This much has been pretty obvious for awhile.
It struck me today when we stopped for lunch at a taqueria in Larchmont Village. /2
This much has been pretty obvious for awhile.
It struck me today when we stopped for lunch at a taqueria in Larchmont Village. /2
It was the first time I could recall the tension between rich and poor feeling so acrid.
There were eight or nine of us at folding tables. Everyone had their vegan eggplant bowls or habanero chicken bowls or whatever, and they were sipping cantaloupe soda. /3
There were eight or nine of us at folding tables. Everyone had their vegan eggplant bowls or habanero chicken bowls or whatever, and they were sipping cantaloupe soda. /3
They were scrolling through their Instagrams or texting or talking about white supremacy or Bridgerton. All around us were construction workers in fluorescent-yellow vests. They were repairing something. It was the usual divide. But it felt a little uglier than it once was. /4
The people eating lunch were tossing f-bombs left and right. They were oblivious to the not-yet-3-year-old next to me. My son, who called the homeless "hopeless" in the car ride home. The construction workers were mostly quiet, or they played video games on their phones. /5
The old dotted line — the yellow brick road that was supposed to lead from one class to another — had been blurred. It wasn’t just that achieving some modicum of upward mobility would be tough — demanding. It was that no one could be sure how to do it. /6