Jordan Peterson and Pieter Thiel walk into a bar - ARC Forum diary

Revolutions devour their own children and turn into their own opposites.

“We are afraid to put men to live and trade each on his own private stock of reason, because we suspect that this stock in each man is small,” ~Edmund Burke, Reflections on the Revolution in France.

“It is a frequent vice of radical polemic to assert, and even to believe, that once you have found the lowest motive for an antagonist, you have identified the correct one.” ~Christopher Hitchens, defending Edmund Burke, the Atlantic, 2004

“Attention is a moral act; it creates and brings aspects of things into being but, in doing so, makes others recede.” ~Iain McGilchrist , The Master and His Emissary.

“I was with British right-wingers last night, and they all knew you.”

“Ah, what did they say?”

“The boys love you; the girls hate you.”

He looked like a young Alec Baldwin searching for his Hilaria. Arm candy to make people take him seriously. They must be in their 20s, but he said I don’t look 30, so I make the cut. He came up to me on my second day at ARC Forum, the Jordan Peterson-spearheaded conference that got the British media scandalised last week. He told me he’s been trying to speak to me all day and invite me to the after-party he was organising. I was already signed up, but it’s always good to be reminded I am considered party fodder.

He curates Sovereign House in NYC, the Dimes Square establishment where I met the young nazi. I followed him out of a warehouse exit by the dock. He took a bottle of Jack Daniels out of his bag and two coffee cups. I handed him one of my Greek bitch sticks, and he poured me two fingers.

“A journalist from the Telegraph said you sleep with right-wing men. She scolded me for talking to you because you’ll write about me.”

Sleep with right-wing men? What, like, sex? I wish I were that lucky. I mostly just write poems about them.