THE PRIVATIZATION OF OUR CULTURE
a few days after airplanes crashed into the world trade center, the nephew of a friend of a friend had his fourth birthday party. In classic fourth-birthday-party style, there was cake and ice cream, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and a loot bag for each guest when it was time to go home. There was a piñata, too, a big one shaped like Bart Simpson.