“Rambler in the carport / Three-bedroom ranch / chain-link fence; / Mom’s Kenmore kitchen, / Dad on the road.” A poem by James Daubs.
“But why in this era of same-sex marriage and Stars Coming Out must we continue to ignore the utter, blatant, in-your-face queerness of Jackson’s work?” James Daubs shines a light.
“We really, really like Maggie Smith; hell, we want to be Maggie Smith, or at least to be the Dowager Countess of Grantham.” James Daubs offers a taxonomy of Downton Abbey watchers.
“I was only in my early teens, but I remember adults in my heavily Republican hometown opining that Nixon hadn’t committed any crimes other presidents hadn’t committed. Bullshit, I thought, and think now.” James Daubs is hooked on Watergate.
“I’m much closer to the protesters politically and economically than I am to the fat cats they’re purporting to overthrow, but I wonder: can a movement define itself only in terms of being discontent with the status quo?”