Most serious thought in our time deals with the feeling of homelessness. The felt unreliability of human experience brought about by the inhuman acceleration of historical change has led every sensitive modern mind to the recording of some kind of nausea, of intellectual vertigo. And the only way to cure this spiritual nausea seems to be, at least initially, to exacerbate it. Modern thought is pledged to a kind of applied Hegelianism: seeking its Self in its Other.
Susan Sontag, The Anthropologist as Hero
And so our writers parse Rebecca Black and our young men, listless and well-heeled, shop for meaning in the fashion and facial hair of their fathers and grandfathers.
