So what the hell is cracks in Postmodernity? People keep asking me what this esoteric title means. I wish I could explain it to you. But the problem is, the cracks in pomo is something you have to experience. So for context, here’s a little background about me. I grew up in a dreadfully bourgeois, upper middle class suburban neighborhood. Most of us were ethnic whites whose families had assimilated by that point to the bland, indistinct waspy monoculture that... Read more