Summer ended. The leaves changed color; I redirected attention to my plummeting grades. We all moved on, and "Gangnam Style" faded, only resurfacing briefly as a capstone to a tumultuous year. Maybe that was for the best, I decided. Maybe that was a blessing.
It seems most natural to languish in a lit patch of grass and let thoughts travel with clouds, sometimes in a gentle stream and sometimes in a desperate, wind-whipped escape.
Dr. Seuss’s powerful penciled lines and brushstrokes lent his cartoons even more clout in the political sphere, and to harmful effect. They remind us, in short, of the interplay between art and politics.
Political correctness cannot and will not destroy comedy, which welcomes no such absolutism. The straight white man’s observations bear no fruit when they try to, but cannot, exist in a cultural vacuum.
