In the canon of culture war literature, Nellie Bowles’s Morning After the Revolution may be distinguished from its contemporaries by what it lacks. It does not boast the intellectual rigors of Christopher Rufo or Richard Hanania. (Foucault is mentioned only once.) Nor does it adopt an exclusive, internet-born patois like Peachy Keenan or Bronze Age […]. Read More in Red Pill NOWlej.
