On the Nature of Irony
Blogger Maud Newton on issues of detachment and attachment in Williamsburg:
[A]bout a year ago I nearly got in a fistfight with a waitress at [name of Williamsburg restaurant expurgated] who was sporting a shirt with the confederate battle flag on it.
It don't matter that you're from Connecticut* and "just love the Dukes of Hazzard," honey.
How about I punch you in the face a few times and then take a picture of it and make shirts that say "Dumb Fucking Bitch" and sell them on Bedford Avenue as an ironic statement about feminism and domestic violence?
You know, kind of post- post-?
