Lost among this week’s major and minor controversies was Jia’s anatomically repetitive rewrite of David Broder’s column on Ta-Nehisi Coates’ new book Between the World and Me,

Listening to Ta-Nehisi Coates Whilst Snuggled Deep Within My Butthole

Your definition of “white” is complicated. But you write that “White America” is a “syndicate” that is arranged to protect its “exclusive power” to “dominate and control our”—your, if it’s not clear; I, myself, am white—“bodies.” It’s a towering accusation, made more complicated by the fact that I do not think about black people very often. How, then, could this direct relationship—this deep causal chain of offense that so angers you—be true?......

..... I read this all like a slap and a revelation. (Ooh, said my butthole. Very nice.) I suppose the first obligation is to sit with it, to make sure the testimony is respected and sinks in—like one of my beautiful turds falling gently upon porcelain that is whiter (and is this a sin, for my toilet?) even than me. But a butthole, above all, respects its own immediate interests. I have to ask, Am I displaying my privilege if I disagree? Is my job just to respect your experience and accept your conclusions? Does a white person’s rectum have standing to respond?

Thoughts, anyone?