We’re fast approaching our American Moment of Effete Frivolousness — deep in a Laugh-In era of entertaining mockery, self-indulgent ridicule, and high-brow trivialities, with Nixon inexplicably popping out beneath manhole covers. Such is the era of Woke, and whether we’re baking under the midday sun or witnessing the waning beams of its setting waiting for what comes across the horizon in its place, we’ve been here before, strangely. But we’re not wondering why “Sock it to me” is supposed to be funny or discussing the nuance of Radical Chic, it’s attempting to curate the woke obsession.
