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we’re just a tiny bit of a Thatcherite subject project/panopticon-epigraphs

Why was it so hard to see ourselves as people who might need a union? Gramsci had observed that any individual’s personality was “strangely composite,” made up of a mixture of beliefs, thoughts, and ideas gleaned from family history, cultural norms, and formal education, filtered through their own …

—p.20 n+1 Issue 34: Head Case Spadework (18) by Alyssa Battistoni
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Stuart Hall on hegemony advice/living project/panopticon-epigraphs

It was hegemony, Stuart Hall argued in 1983, that was key to understanding the disappointment of his own generation — why Thatcher and the new right had triumphed in remaking common sense after a decade of labor union revolt. Hegemony shaped how people acted when they weren’t thinking about it, wha…

—p.19 Spadework (18) by Alyssa Battistoni
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Stuart Hall on hegemony advice/living project/panopticon-epigraphs

It was hegemony, Stuart Hall argued in 1983, that was key to understanding the disappointment of his own generation — why Thatcher and the new right had triumphed in remaking common sense after a decade of labor union revolt. Hegemony shaped how people acted when they weren’t thinking about it, wha…

—p.19 Spadework (18) by Alyssa Battistoni
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feminism as a negative theology

FEMINISM NEVER succeeded in securing women as a collective subject of history, as the Marxist intellectual tradition once hoped to do with the working class. On the contrary, contemporary feminism is arguably defined by its refusal of woman as a political category, on the grounds that this catego…

—p.15 The Pink (11) by Andrea Long Chu
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the ship would always be Theseus’s

That night, in bed at my apartment, I wept. I wailed, actually, the way mothers do in ancient manuscripts. My voice, which I have over several years trained myself to lift and smooth, grew raw; at a certain point, it broke, like a woman’s water, and something low and hoarse and full of legs crawled…

—p.15 The Pink (11) by Andrea Long Chu