To be honest, I'd never heard of Peterson until those folks who get overwrought about his lectures made him an international celeb with their attempts to shout him down.
For what? For filling the void left in our culture after the death of Ann Landers? I mean, "stand up straight and pull your shoulders back" is the kind of advice your Auntie Flo gave you when you were fifteen and she was worried you were gonna turn out a callow schmuck.
Look people in the eye... a firm handshake makes a good first impression... yadayadayada, heard it all long before Peterson.
What baffles me is that the guy allegedly trousers tens of thousands of dollars per MONTH for these inanities. Seriously?
It must baffle Pankaj Mishra too. Mishra's been a driven self-promoter for a quarter century, and while he's achieved a certain renown as the exotic "other" in certain high-brow-lit circles, he's certainly nowhere near tens of thousands of dollars per month. That obviously burns his ass big time.
So he struck back. Check out his no-holds-barred take-down of Peterson in The New York Review of Books. I doubt that paid more than a few hundred bucks, but it must have felt good!
So how does Peterson respond? Does he challenge him to a duel? Does he threaten him with a knuckle sandwich or a kick in the balls or an ice-pick to the temple?
No. Jordan Peterson, champion of the classical virtues of manhood, responds with name-calling and a threat to slap Mishra... if he was there, of course.
Dude, that sounds kinda girlie to me.
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