While I was sleeping
Having recently relearned the joys of the “couch” and the “book” and the “nap” I haven’t been poling my sad little gondola through the internets much lately (dirty as that may sound) so when I see stuff going on like this, I feel a certain degree of joy in my obliviousness.
And when I read this:
I find it at once touching and sad that Kaufman is maintaining that this attempt at getting him canned merely for challenging the officially-sanctioned narrative is something of an unrepresentative gambit â€” that it is an individual vs individual scenario that doesnâ€™t speak to larger problems within the progressive movement â€” even as heâ€™s witnessed firsthand how pernicious is a world view that privileges the incorrect decoding of a particular interpretive community over the (since established) intent of the utterer, and then gives that interpretive community permission to ascribe to the original utterer the product of the communityâ€™s own (often cynically self-interested) interpretive intent.
I am thankful I dropped out of college.