SlackerInc:
That made me laugh.
My father was an anthropology professor who had more books by Marx on his shelf than most people would guess even exist. He was fond of communes, hung out with black radicals in the '70s, literally ate sprouts daily, and dreamed of a society incorporated along the lines of B.F. Skinner’s Walden Two .
My mother is a little less radical, perhaps. She was raised by an old-time socialist (my grandfather, with whom I spent a lot of time until he died in his nineties, when I was well into my twenties) who participated in general strikes and such way back in the day. A professor of sociology and lifelong Unitarian, she caucused for Jesse Jackson in '84 and '88, voted for Nader multiple times starting in '96 (when few people even knew he was running), and is a firebreathing Bernie supporter now. Here is an excerpt of an email she sent many of us in the family (including a few like me who support Hillary) just a few days ago:
Now, I don’t think you should be constantly quoting Zizek and I’m not even upset that you support Hillary Clinton but if you what you say is true it’s even more of a shame you say classist bullshit like: