Words have meanings that we use to describe, navigate and refer to objective reality. In Quillette, Michael Robillard argues that our shared, real world dissolves before ideologies that demand linguistic accommodation and, as objective truth recedes, spawn their own priestly caste of magical people who “speak all of reality into existence.”
The Frigid Isle
Íris Erlingsdóttir shines a light on the world’s first wholly feminized state. Women, she writes in The European Conservative, run everything in Iceland: “the presidency, the prime minister’s office…[the] national state church…schools, municipalities, police…newsrooms and [the] ever-expanding public bureaucracy.” As for the men, Erlingsdóttir observes, they describe themselves ruefully as (bad-taste alert) “pussy-whipped.”
