The professor is in, bitches. In seersucker, that is.
I know this seems like an awkward interview, but someone did spill a carafe of water on the hotel bed.
Why yes, I do teach literature at NYU. Why do you ask?
Je fume seulement clous de girofle. Et la différance.
Pro tip for lit folks: parallelism isn’t just for sentences.
Of course I’m an English professor! Would an Engineering prof pair this chair with these boots?
Black shirt? Check. Black coat? Check. Rakish hair do? Check. PhD? Checkmate.
When you forget your black leather jacket for the faculty photo shoot, of course you’re going to try to hide your identity.
"Fuck…not only is he quoting Bourdieu in the original, just look at that tie."
Pashmina + wind machine + lit folk = hip.