"As a libertarian, I support the decriminalization of marijuana, but there are many problems with pot. From my observation, pot may be great for jazz musicians and Beat poets, but it saps energy and will-power and can produce physiological feminization in men…. Alcohol’s enhancement of direct face-to-face dialogue is precisely what is needed by today’s technologically agile generation, magically interconnected yet strangely isolated by social media. Clumsy hardcore sexting has sadly supplanted simple hanging out over a beer at a buzzing dive. By undermining the art of conversation, the age 21 law has also had a disastrous effect on our arts and letters, with their increasing dullness and mediocrity. [...]
Julie Klausner: You and I are, it's safe to say, closet Camille Paglia appreciators.
Natasha Vargas-Cooper: Safe.
Julie: Closeted because she occasionally says crazy craziness, like when she wanted to rub herself all over Sarah Palin.
Natasha: Her political stuff is bonko but I intensely adore her cultural criticism.
Julie: When she got "politikul," twas a folly. Yet, I think Paglia is a better writer than her fellow agitators like say your Katie Roiphe.
Natasha: Don't bait me with my love of Katie Roiphe.
Julie: She's also funny, she can spin an adjective and she's persuasive.
Natasha: I love Paglia because she's she's bawdy [...]
Ann Powers takes on the Camille Paglia/Lady Gaga flap in the Los Angeles Times (as well as the always-present, always-thorny topic of sex in pop music), and here's part of the setup: "[Paglia's] prose style is bloody and lurid and sometimes effectively comical, like a Rob Zombie-directed horror movie; it's hard to turn away."
People keep sending in the link to that Camille Paglia Times op-ed. I personally could not make it beyond paragraph five, when I came across this sentence: "Only the diffuse New Age movement, inspired by nature-keyed Asian practices, has preserved the radical vision of the modern sexual revolution." My brain went like this: ?…? And that is when I, as they say, closed the tab, but not without a sense of wonder-a sense that I had no idea which glassy wall I had silently shattered and now was forced to examine: into which level of the multiverse might I have stumbled? Good news though: The Machines have [...]
Camille Paglia's attack on Lady Gaga in the Sunday Times begins with an attempted burnishing of her own rusted credentials: "Camille Paglia, America's foremost cultural critic, demolishes an icon." Who on earth-or at least who in America-would describe Paglia that way? Nobody! The introduction only underscores the irrelevance it was meant to forestall.