I’m Afraid the Secret Is Out
I met up with my favorite Vulgar Marxist at the AAR, and now he knows the truth behind the mask that is Miss Marx: I’m a complete square. A complete square who drinks too much, but still a square.
I think I blew all my social capital. I should have taken off my jacket and tie and put on something leather and a fake tattoo or something.
He’s going to spread the word that I’m a conformist, middle-class type. Damn my habitus. Why did my parents have to have bourgeois tastes and that stupid Protestant work ethic?!