I’m just not sure what to do with myself without an MLA starting today.
The academic job market: how to do things with suits.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. And sometimes it’s the name of the father.
I see capitalism.
Just trace the intersection of critique and the figure of the problematic.
I’m in ur house. Using ur tools.
“Professor” or “Where’s Waldo”? You tell me which one I’m performing.
Academic self-fashioning rule #1: couple the black turtleneck with an intense stare.
It’s certainly true that “style” is matter. It’s also my middle name.
If you’ll excuse me now, I need to go interrogate some difference.
