“There’s a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women,” Taylor Swift said in a recent Vanity Fair interview. If you have been living under a rock, you might assume Swift was referring to some serious girl-on-girl crime, perhaps bullying or gossip.
It was a warm, lazy afternoon, and the BBQ was going splendidly. We joked about the strange antics of our parents, and then one person blurted out, “My mom is really good at dressing up like Dwight!” Bursts of laughter ensued, and I joined along even as I groaned inwardly. I knew what would happen next. I reached for a pita chip, took a hefty dollop of hummus and leaned back in my chair, physically removing myself from the conversation. It happened. And it lasted for a good ten minutes.
America has never been a very intellectual nation. Instead, our society began as a beheaded version of contemporary Europe, lacking largely in its relative proportion of the educated, professional upper class…