People often think that my contrarianism means that I pretend to believe things just because other people don’t. No, it means that I do believe things just because other people don’t.

Like how I kind of look askance at my dad for leading a platoon in one of the minor ‘60s riots ('64 Philly? '68 Wilmington? I should ask) and not defecting to the rioters, and how at the same time I’m apparently one of the only people on Tumblr rooting for Qaddafi.