I am not Christian. Nor was my family of origin. But I grew up going to the Young Men’s Christian Association, better known as the YMCA, or for short, simply the Y. I went to the Y with my dad, who I’d watch play handball and who would take me with him into the Men’s … Continue reading YMCA Trans(ition)
James Lindsay opens his recent Quillette piece by quoting Charlotte Clymer, who in the aftermath of Andy Ngo’s pummeling and milkshaking by Antifa on the streets of Portland, tweeted the following:
The story of how actor John Tuturro got Woody Allen to co-star in his movie about a male gigolo (Tuturro) pimped by his washed up octogenarian agent (Allen) is a sweet one:
Since I was so little I could fit under the couch in my mother's living room, I was attracted to, and got aroused by, men--grown up men--without knowing what sex was.
When I was the same age actor Anthony Rapp was when Kevin Spacey made his now infamous drunken pass at him, I played a small role in an LA theater production of A Christmas Carol.
By the time Netflix decided, in 2013, to build the drama House of Cards around him, the work of Kevin Spacey had been singular, influential—and hip--for years.
The success of Douglas Murray’s new book The Madness of Crowds has buoyed me--a right-leaning, anti-woke conservative--considerably. In it, Murray—employing old school, distillate reason--provides legitimacy to ideas that, were they not so beautifully and persuasively argued, might be dismissed by the liberal mainstream media as racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc. So, I was shocked when I read Murray’s recent … Continue reading The Madness of (Other People’s) Crowds
First off, I am pro nuclear. Why do I say this? Because it was a Michael Shellenberger essay that convinced me to change my mind on the issue.
The MeToo cancellation of Kevin Spacey is receiving new scrutiny in the wake of dropped Nantucket sexual assault charges against the celebrated actor.