If you’re a fan of the New York Yankees, the New York City Ballet, Wall Street and humanity, this past week wasn’t your week….
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Bruce MacKinnon’s cartoon appeared in The Chronicle Herald Sept. 29.
Where do we go from here?
So Brett Kavanaugh becomes a United States Supreme Court Justice and that’s too bad, because he lacks the temperament for it, as he himself demonstrated, and because other revelations – an inability to confront a drunken youth, questionable credit card charges and a good deal of misremembering – would seem to indicate an injudiciousness that would be lethal for a judge….
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Nathanial Hone the Elder’s “Portrait of Catherine Maria ‘Kitty’ Fisher” (1763-64).
Art history 101 in the #MeToo era
#MeToo meets me first: Christine Blasey Ford testifies against Brett Kavanaugh before the Senate Judiciary Committee.
Throwback Thursday for the Class of ’82
The historical past is always with us to offer encouragement or caution. But the social past – the who said what to whom on Thanksgiving – is dead to us as it must be if we are to move on. The exception to this is the egregious act that we never confront and that therefore continues to fester into a cancer….
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: “Susannah and the Elders,” a circa 1610 oil on canvas by Artemisia Gentileschi, who was raped and then tortured to ensure she was telling authorities the truth about the crime.
The politics of sexual assault
Lucas Cranach the Elder’s “Justice as a Naked Woman With Sword and Scales” (1537), oil on canvas. Amsterdam Fridart Stichting.
Brett Kavanaugh and the assault on justice
It was perhaps inevitable that the #MeToo movement should wind its way through a variety of industries to the pinnacle of Washington D.C. For at its heart, #MeToo is about power – specifically white, male power and privilege – and what those have wrought on others, specifically the female of the species.
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Coping with the Trumpian age of narcissism
I once had a job in which the staffers liked to say that we all had a timeshare on the doghouse. We called it “the Pomeranian palace,” which lent – as Jane Austen might’ve observed – such an elegance to our misery, for no matter how talented you were or how much you worked, eventually the wheel turned to you, because that was the way our bosses rolled.
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