For newcomers, some popular items. In chronological order.
Exposure. Atom bombs and Moon landings. The photographic essays of Michael Light.
The Perils of Moral Tourism. Cultural equivalence debunked.
Blunting the Senses in the Name of Fairness. The Dalai Lama gets it wrong. Cultural equivalence debunked, again.
Al-Guardian & the Brotherhood. Secrets, lies and vicarious titillation.
PoMo, Terry Eagleton & Che Guevara T-Shirts. A discussion with Ophelia Benson on irrationalism and the left.
Islam’s Hagiographer. Karen Armstrong acts casual, rewrites history.
Phantom Guilt Syndrome. Self-loathing 101.
Art Bollocks Revisited. Postmodern gibberish and political lockstep.
Peddling Stupidity. “Radical cyber-feminist” Carolyn Guertin is mocked, quite a lot.
For the Love of God. Islam, women and dissent; death threats and piety.
The Floating Phallus. Autoerotic flummery disguised as education.
Egalitarian Epistemology. “Feminist empiricism” and the goddess of smallpox.
Shaping Young Minds. Seattle socialists outlaw Lego and “eliminate bias.”
A Conspicuous Omission. Faisal al Yafai’s cartoon causality and passive-aggressive claptrap.
Fire Starters. Thinking is incendiary. So stop it at once.
What to Think, Not How. A review of Indoctrinate U.
Tears and Role-Play. When one type of identity politics collides with another. Cue victimhood poker.
Naming the Devil. The intimate flaw of Islam is its founder. And dishonesty won’t change that.
The Guardian Position. Jakob Illeborg wants to defend free society by abandoning it.
Being Reasonable. Intruders, small children and “reasonable force.”
Let’s Play Bamboozle! Hiding bias with postmodern bafflegab.
The Greater Good (2). Arabella Weir passes among the proles, hoping to be noticed.
Womanier Stuff. Oh, the insights to be found in Women’s Studies discussion groups.
Rebellion, Revisited. Your children’s education and their teachers’ politics.
A Mighty Intervention. Bettina Camilla Vestergaard suffers for her art at public expense.
Insufficiently Sensitive. A university student reads a history book in his own time. And is punished for it.
The Voice of Conscience. The wild imaginings of Mr John Pilger.
Construct Unstuck. The urge to reproduce is an oppressive social construct. So is upper body strength, apparently.
Behold My Virtue (3). Sunny Hundal waves his eco-credentials. Sniggering ensues.
Postmodernism Unpeeled. A discussion with Dr Stephen Hicks.
Thrashing the Hegemon. Fearless artist José Carlos Teixeira gives Western society the thrashing it deserves.
Freeloading and Snobbery. Arts establishment claims to be “suppressed,” sneers at the little people, demands free money.
Avert Your Eyes. George Monbiot surrenders to the madness.
Uprising. “Penile imperialism” and obligatory lesbianism. A video history of radical feminism.
Every Bit as Hobbled. Christina Hoff Sommers highlights inaccuracies in feminist textbooks. The Sisterhood takes umbrage.
Moral Inertia. Anti-social behaviour and the weight of doing nothing.
Where Reason Never Sleeps. Professor Thomas Thibeault points out error in sexual harassment policy and is fired two days later.
Don’t Bother Me With Details. Linda Bellos is much too superior to do things like research.
The Master’s Tools. Heterosex is rape, virginity is oppression, dildos reinforce The Patriarchy. A feminist guru ruminates.
I Sense a Malign Presence. Meet Jane Elliott: “diversity” pioneer and Witchfinder General for the modern age.
Intellectual Life. The literary left in all its glory.
The Privileges of Piety. The Archbishop of Canterbury, a palace-dwelling lefty, wants to save you from your earnings.
Artists for Gaia. Concerned artists sail north at public expense. Gas is released courageously.
The Wrong Kind of Rich. Toynbee and Rusbridger deserve hefty salaries. Unlike you.
A Great Big Socialist Heart. Kevin McKenna rails against private education and reveals more than he intends.
The Monbiot Fatwa. The cowardice, displacement and moral exhibitionism of Mr George Monbiot.
I Don’t Deserve This Shabby Treatment. The staggering vainglory of the academic left, part 203.
Comedy Economics. Leftwing think tank will improve your lives by making you poor and controlling your time.
Is That Your Hand In My Pocket? Playwright Jonathan Holmes thinks he’s heroic and so you owe him money.
Fringe Theatre. Vegan advocate of “militant action” is victim of “militant action” and gets terribly upset.
They Have No Politics. The mighty Bidisha doesn’t comprehend how people could disagree with her.
Unlearning Whiteness. Teaching pretentious self-contempt. Evidence be damned.
The Crushing Patriarchy, Episode 12. Bidisha sees “cultural femicide” everywhere, descends into madness.
The Flow of Ideas. Professor Sharra Vostral exposes the humble tampon as an “artefact of control.”
When Activists Hallucinate. Innocuous graduation card spreads subliminal gangsta racism. According to idiots.
At Last, Socialist Football. Some kids play better than others. This simply will not do.
Overlords. On egalitarian superiority. In order to fix us, someone has to be in charge.
Just Thwarted Sperm. Amanda Marcotte tells menfolk which feelings they’re allowed to have.
Some Guardian Nuance. Priyamvada Gopal denounces Western modernity, excuses Taliban, loses grip.
I’m Other, Subsidise Me. Omar Kholeif is professionally ethnic and terribly oppressed. Though by what he doesn’t say.
You Are Privileged to Witness Just How Brilliant I Am. Conceptual artists reach bottom of barrel. Omar Kholeif swoons.
The Sound of Wringing (2). Theo Hobson sticks pins into his eyes, rhetorically.
Dissident Academic Feels the Warmth of Social Justice. Or, “if you expose our student indoctrination policy we will punish you.”
An Instrument of Choice. Melanie McDonagh’s feminist rationale for fraud, dishonesty and extortion.
Like Fun, But Less So. Leo Hickman recoils from fireworks and brandishes his veg box.
New Tyranny Detected. Lara Pawson rails against “heteronormative privilege” and “the tyranny of coupledom.”
Unveiled, New Definitions of Violence and Civilisation. Being insufficiently leftwing now constitutes “violence.”
MilneWorld (4). Meet the new paymaster of the British left.
Above Them, Only Sky. The Guardian pines for radical pop stars. Like the peacenik who bankrolled the IRA.
The Warm Glow of Socialism. Student protestors somehow, perhaps carefully, miss the larger issue.
How Not to Make the Case for Public Subsidy. Art students denounce economic realism, brandish Derrida. Adam Harper swoons.
New Crisis Detected. Does your home have a spare room? George Monbiot wants to make you “pay for the privilege.”
The Penny Hasn’t Dropped. Laurie Penny’s world is a heteronormative police state that’s brutal, intolerant and also on fire.
Sparkly Bits. Laurie Penny rails against the menace of pubic glitter.
Techno, Annotated. Goa/psytrance is being repressed! The vital scholarship of Dr Graham St John.
My Tribe’s Violence Doesn’t Count, Okay? Radical Guardianistas indulge in threats, projection and double standards.
Ignorant Teachers, A New Socialist Ideal. Knowledge and competence are outmoded and unfair, says philosopher Nina Power.
Because Men Have Abortions Too. The world-shaking insights of gender trendsetter Jos Truitt.
I’m Not Condoning Violence, But... When “being heard” means being obeyed. A lesson in leftist euphemism.
The Impervious Toynbee. Well-heeled leftist struggles with reality. Also, logic.
Socialist Hearts Are Just Bigger Than Ours. Zoe Williams objects to philanthropy. Because giving money away “creates inequality.”
All Pop Music Will Henceforth Be Terrible. Socialist pop music is apparently impossible without taxpayer subsidy.
It’s Protest So It’s Righteous. Alexander Vasudevan says radical people are entitled to “seize” your property.
Ambient Truth. Made-up facts will do just as well.
Meanwhile, in the Arts. Liquidised carrots, moths and bras, and a fat, naked narcissist jumps around in talc.
The Riots, Summarised. Thugs prey on children, torch occupied buildings and assault fire-fighters. The delusional left gets giddy.
New, Leftwing Physics Discovered. Passive overeating is a pandemic, says Professor Boyd Swinburn. People must be punished.
We’re Compensating You for That Face. Not everyone is good-looking. Affirmative action now!
Militantly Nude. A San Francisco “nude-in” reveals more than intended.
Worth Every Penny. Laurie Penny champions Arts Council-funded dirt relocation. It’s vital for “social progress.”
Remember, Kids. Socialism is the Opposite of Greed. Socialism always attracts the smart ones.
Don’t Be So Mean to the Titans of Tomorrow. Stop laughing at Occupy. They’re really, really radical. It’s a “new world order.”
The Occupod People Will Save Us. Occupiers blather, stab, shit on streets. Leftist media swoons.
It’s the Calibre of the People That Impresses Me the Most. Meet Occupy Denver’s Idiot Hat Guy. A radical thinker, a precious flower.
Because Artists Are So Dangerous. Bettina Camilla Vestergaard denounces free market, makes hilariously bad art.
Terrorising Coffee Drinkers for the Greater Good. Guardian hearts Occupier. Said Occupier hearts smashing other people’s stuff.
Crotch Funk as Art. Five narcissists attempt to fill their transparent plastic overalls with body odour. For art.
No Ego Whatsoever, Just an Urge to Control. Ken Loach is countercultural. And so you should be forced to give him your money.
Towers of Learning. David Horowitz explains the pathologies of leftist academia. From counterfactual history to the thug veto.
They Exist on a Higher Plane, You See. Visual art “is not about looking at things.” It’s about the aching cleverness of blank sheets of paper.
When Scolding is the Payoff for All That Piety and Angst. Guardian education journalist sends daughter to private school. Hysteria ensues.
The Pure Ones Will Guide Us. Jean Brady: novelist, umbrage-taker, colossal hypocrite.
You’ll Notice They All Wear Shoes. Or, “Mommy, What’s a Cock Ring?”
On Fungal Matters. A black man buys truffles. The Guardian is thrilled.
It’s Politically Radical Sex, Not Ordinary Mortal Sex. Ms Nadio Cho: student, titan, radical shagger.
Monbiot and the Morlocks. George encounters the noble savage. Things go badly wrong.
Just Don’t Call it a Hustle. Liz Forgan burns your money because, well, she can.
Our Brightest Minds. Meet Arun Smith, the ideal self-satisfied product of a leftist education.
The Incident. The unspeakable mental horror of a partly-chewed Pop-Tart.
Racist Hair. Don’t colonise my black essence with your white racist hair.
Because Socialism is Never About Envy and Spite. The Guardian’s Michele Hanson wishes fear and misery on people she doesn’t know.
Bearing Down, Radically. Artist Mikala Dwyer is “challenging taboos” by inviting dancers to shit onstage. “It’s a wonderful, powerful work.”
Will No-One Think of the Artists? “Employment should be optional,” says Godfrey Moase, who wants $30,000 a year just for being fabulous.
I’m Sorry, But Your Utopia is Just a Little Creepy. Parents should make sacrifices. Not for their children. Of their children.
Headdesk, She Replied. If mugged, don’t call the police. That would be proof of your racism and “white privilege.”
Two Balls Bad, No Balls Good. The Guardian’s Mike Power denounces the barbecue patriarchy, where pleasure is impossible.
Responding to Semen, Belatedly. Guardian writer fights tube masturbation with bad performance art.
Her Unspeakable Woes. Icess Fernandez Rojas isn’t being “validated” by her spellcheck software. Something must be done.
Sweating from the Effort. Excrement and feminism, together at last.
Not Hearing His Own. The deep socialist wisdom of Mr Owen Hatherley. Verily, he will lead us to the light.
Three Snippets from One Paper. Apocalyptic poetry, Fair Trade carrot cake and the patriarchy of fracking. The Guardian in miniature.
Improving Us From Above. Leftwing academics want to save us from all those nice things they enjoy and that we shouldn’t want.
Get Them While They’re Soft and Yielding. On the first day of class, Professor William Penn lets his students know what his politics are.
Clinging to the Teats. Gender studies lecturer Hila Shachar doesn’t think the public should have any say in how its money is spent.
Diversity and Inclusion. To be cultivated, obviously, with racial segregation.
I Don’t Think She’s Handling the Menopause Very Well. A performance artist and author of “porno-erotic texts” struggles with middle age.
Wolf, They Cried. “Hate crime” hoaxes and campus complicity. Because a lie will do just fine.
The Cupcake Menace. Tiny cakes are exploitative, demeaning and emotionally crippling, says the Guardian’s Matt Seaton.
Because Art is the Fourth Emergency Service. Writer rails against the indignity of not being given money he hasn’t actually earned.
Don’t Oppress Me With Your Commas. Tomorrow’s intellectuals protest against the racist “microaggressions” of corrected punctuation.
Because Lying and Resenting Is What Angels Do. When there isn’t enough racism to justify your pre-booked outrage, make some up.
It’s a Fascist Groove Thang. Students display their moral credentials by trapping staff, vandalising property and setting bins on fire.
The Needs of Artists. Meet Ms Casey Jenkins, Australia’s foremost exponent of vaginal knitting.
The Humble Among Us. Novelist Brigid Delaney wants a nicer flat. You, taxpayer, come hither.
A Dining Room Comedy. Oh no. A plate with food on it. The exquisite mealtime sorrows of the Guardianista male.
Pearl-Clutching Pornographers. Campus feminists combat “male-centricity” by rubbing eggs on their naked bodies.
The Roar of Enlightened Manhood. A Guardian-reading student is baffled by the world. Why won’t all men copy him?
Scenes of Extended Fretting. Mr Leo Hickman has a mangetout moment. Self-flagellation ensues.
Their Mighty Brains Will Save Us. The Guardian unveils its sassy and eclectic trainee journalists. Just don’t laugh at their biographies.
When the Onion is Redundant. Paul Krugman and Polly Toynbee are awfully concerned by how much you earn. Themselves, not so much.
But Beauty Is So Hard. Taxpayer-funded artist Keeley Haftner deposits garbage on street, is bewildered by lack of gratitude.
Your Masculinity Must Be Abolished. The thrilling moral radicalism of Ms Lierre Keith.
Something About the Tone. Urban Studies lecturer frets about the unequal distribution of litter, suggests bulldozing Belgravia. For the poor.
The Crushing Patriarchy, Sporting Edition. The Guardian’s Silvia Murray Wakefield is distressed by the World Cup. Incoherently, of course.
The Patriarchy Made Me Do It. Laurie Penny is confused again. Huge chunks of rhetoric fall from the sky.
I Hammer Culture into Your Tiny Minds. Radical artists deploy “guerrilla performance piece.” Passers-by remain unmoved.
Well, Soil is Sort of Brown. Your furniture is a racist proxy, says sociology lecturer. Also, Gardeners’ Question Time.
Spider-Man’s Unwell Cousin. Performance artist faffs about, wraps head in yarn. It’s a daring “infiltration in public space.”
Please Don’t Dump Your Garbage on the Roadside. Performance art duo “create a space to think critically” by bashing themselves with pillows for 90 minutes.
He’s a Fan of Laurie Penny, You Know. From “bike supremacy” to “political unrest,” the economics editor Of Channel 4 News imagines his utopia.
But Does it Massage the Buttocks? Every student needs a $13,000 vibrating nap machine.
The Wrong Colour Buttocks. The Guardian’s Yomi Adegoke ponders the politics of prosthetic comedy bottoms.
Because Waitrose Eats Your Soul. Felicity Lawrence and Deborah Orr tighten their moral corsets, comedy ensues.
Flatter, Mythologize, Rinse, Repeat. Laurie Penny is marginalised, “marked as other,” and also a cyborg.
We Mustn’t let the Poor Have Nice Things. Millionaire socialist denounces cheap food.
Hush, Art is Happening. Artist and educator Marilyn Arsem rails against democracy, squashes fruit in protest.
Meanwhile, on the Battlefield of Facial Hair. Beards “glorify behaviours typical of people in white hegemonies.”
Great Subtlety of Mind. Professor’s sculpture leaves students “traumatised” and in need of counselling.
Chewing the Scenery for Social Justice. Student activist is emotionally devastated by two-letter word previously unknown to her.
Ladies First. In Professor Judy Haiven’s classes, male students learn their place in the progressive pecking order.
Art, Wigs and the Wearing of Pants. Ms Eames Armstrong, a performance artist, improves Shakespeare.
A Life Without Art, How Barren That Would be. Performance art students shake our tiny minds with three hours of radical pavement mopping.
Uncanny Powers Are a Feminist Issue. “Young, creative, politically engaged women” are fighting “patriarchal conditioning” with Tarot cards and witchcraft.
Are You Not Feeling the Positive Vibrations? Students attempt to cultivate “positive vibes” with luminous teepee. Arguments and scolding promptly ensue.
We Need More Cushions. “Safe space” deemed unsafe due to radical poetry.
Uterus Rising. Genitals are the most vital qualification for presidential office. The searing moral insights of Ms Deborah Orr.
Wherever Possible, Avoid Mad People. Students “harmed” and “negatively impacted” by insufficiently sensitive buffet.
Just Surrender to the Will of Clever People. Reading to your children causes “unfair disadvantage.” Leftist academic asks, “Should it be allowed?”
Such Details are Beneath Her. In which we marvel at the outpourings of Polly Toynbee.
High Maintenance. How to date a brown feminist.
Answers on a Postcard, Please. The Guardian’s Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett asks, “Are we too selfish to live like hippies?”
You May Clap When Moved. Performance artist ends war, poverty, “oppressive discourses.” By amplifying his clothes.
How Dare You Hold on to Your Wallet. Tragically untalented artist Zoë Coombs Marr complains about how bloody hard it is to screw the taxpayer.
Strange Construal. In which socialists misremember The Good Life, a 1970s sitcom.
Achieving Collapse. Eco-radicals Deep Green Resistance struggle with reality and the concept of time.
My Kingdom for a Time Machine. Fifty-something radical yearns for the “good old days of the feminist collective.”
Feel the Racial Healing. The Guardian’s Aisha Mirza bemoans the “psychic burden” of living among white people, which is worse than being mugged.
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