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Blog Note

April 24, 2011 by


Readers, The mechanics will be graduating from university in two weeks, so activity will be light as they finish exams and move out. Love, The mechanics Advertisements

The Ornamentation of the Privileged Tribes of the East Coast: The Politics of Preppy Clothing

April 14, 2011 by


Last week I saw yet another of my peers abusing the local speed bumps with his kitted-out jungle-ready Land Rover complete with steering wheel on the right side of the vehicle (this car had Pennsylvania plates, mind you). The driver looked like he was all set to partake in some Pacification of the Primitive Tribes […]

Helga’s Makeover, Part Two

April 8, 2011 by


After being slighted by her peers for failing to properly perform femininity, Helga takes action. She heads to the corner store for some teen girl magazines, which she slips in with her other “usual” reading at the store. Helga knows that the hyperfemininity of teen mags doesn’t mesh with the tough exterior she’s created. As […]

Fine Water

April 5, 2011 by


I had a bad beer today. A bad beer that should have been a good beer. A six-pack of Fuller’s London Pride bought from the top shelf at the local beer and wine store. I should have known – it was imported, low-alcohol, and had probably been on that shelf for months and months. Lo […]

Society, Morality and Harry Potter #1

April 3, 2011 by


#1 The wizarding world as a pre-capitalist society The success of Harry Potter is often attributed to its verisimilitude, to its creation of a moving, working model of a wizarding world parallel to our own. This could not be further from the truth. I’ll discuss more convincing reasons for Harry Potter’s success in a future […]

Helga’s Makeover, Part One

April 3, 2011 by


Like so many children of the nineties, I’m a huge fan of Hey Arnold!. Oddly enough, I always found myself identifying with Helga G. Pataki, the school bully and secret romantic. That disconnect between the bully and romantic personas, like the disconnect between Helga’s brusque demeanor and the girly pink bow she always wore, reflected […]