you are marxisant you wear a black turtleneck, you shave only every few days, you discuss Sartre at great length in bistros, and you kiss the feet of every decrepit soixante-huitard whom you encounter. It’s a social posture, designed to indicate that you are a member of an upscale elite.
they might work in the social services, or with an environmental group, or for Legal Aid, or in a vegetarian food-cooperative. These are the people who get righteously indignant over global warming, George Bush, racism, and whatever else is on National Public Radio’s current hate list. The fakery and the phoniness are palpable.
A population with living imaginations isn’t dependably predictable in its reactions. It can actually think for itself, which is profoundly terrifying to bureaucrats, politicians, and the business community. For all their stupid blather about entrepreneurial initiative and innovation, businessmen are the least imaginative people on earth.
The rest of this definition is here. http://thepennsylvaniareview.com/2008/08/marxisant/
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- mac1
- A middle-class family guy who likes rock, rooting for the underdog and can barely understand the basics of the hip-hop craze. This blog will try to keep a local pulse on the many fascinating ups and downs of living in a small New England town. I'm a compulsive, competitive but sometimes disinterested person who enjoys playing softball with a wood bat, duckpin bowling with strobes and music blasting, one-night-a-week winter basketball and will play any other sport that doesn't require shoes with blades, balls or rollers. Will hear your cool, new music and raise you a numbered Love Buzz (#757) while daring you to enjoy Of Montreal.