Culture | Non-fiction

Radical-chic and ignorant-pop
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Of Marcello Veneziani

Tom Wolfe died in America last Monday and I would like to say something about radical chic, of which he was the discoverer and brilliant slayer. I too have criticized them since I met them, As a boy I read Wolfe's book against them which Alfredo Cattabiani had published in '73 by Rusconi. On the contrary, before the radical-chic I met their ancestor, lo snob of which Panfilo Gentile spoke ill, noting that snob stands for without nobility, fake nobleman who poses as one. As well as opinionated, i radical chic they snob they become detestable when they become intolerant towards those who do not belong to them race.
But I don't like their backhand at all either, crude pop ignorance. That of those who hate all reading and despise everything that smells of art, thought and culture, that of those who make contemptuous and demented judgments online without understanding, without knowing; that of those who hate the world and belch and fart against the universe and all greatness in the name of freedom and rights. That of those who suffer fromegalitarian envy, he wants to make those who are better off than them suffer and have them confiscate what they have deserved and achieved. In short, those who assert their encyclopedic ignorance as a right and a virtue. Sometimes they are even right-wing people, although usually the homunculus-type is below the right and left. I can't say which is worse, radical-chic or rude-pop. Or better, I would know: the worst are those who make their arrogance or ignorance fall on others. Read More

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Actuality | events

SURROUNDED BY IMMIGRANTS I FELT AFRAID
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Reporting of BastaBugie editorial team

I believe that feeling closeness towards those who resemble us in history and culture, and feel discomfort or annoyance towards those who may be hostile to us, is absolutely normal
Of Costanza Miriano

(AUTOMATIC READING)
A few days ago I ended up at the station, the Milan station, all 5.30 in the morning, when “Milan is still sleeping”. I crossed the porch among a cloud of young dark-skinned men who scrutinized the people passing by.. They probably had no bad intentions, but it certainly isn't pleasant to be a single woman in that situation. Yes, I admit it, I felt afraid.
Yes, I admit it, I thought about my phone sticking out of my pocket – It is true, I have an expensive phone, they gave it to me, like practically all the valuable things I have. Yes, I admit it, I felt annoyed, because we weren't a bunch of people going to catch the train, situation in which obviously I would not have paid attention to the color of the skin. The situation was single white woman going to catch the train, dozens of black men who apparently have nothing to do and are walking around in the dark. I'm racist? Probably by Boldrini standards yes. Read More

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