[W]hen I got to Berkeley, I saw what true subversion was – and it wasn’t the “subversives” at Berkeley. See, the idea of rebellion means nothing when it’s turned into a personal identity. Dying your hair pink, dipping yourself in tattoo ink and getting ten nipple rings – these acts become not markers of rebellion, but markers of conformity. In Berkeley – the real sheep pretended to be rebels, and those who looked like sheep – were the real bad-asses. The engineering major with back acne was far more rebellious than the coffee house commie in her Crass t-shirt.
I really wish Gutfeld would get over a few of his childish verbal fidgets (carrying on the “you must be racist” tagline when the joke is worn out, “check it out, check-it-outers”), because when he’s not trying to prove how clever he is, he’s pretty perceptive.
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