In the years I’ve occupied myself as a researcher of “digital male alienation,” frustrating myself with all its impasses and evasions, frustrating myself with paranoid justifications for my interest in literary and literal violence, frustrating myself trying to “go native,” I’ve been asked and asked myself a certain refrain, one that appears facetious b…
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