Dec
2
2003
cultural capital
Helping a friend proof his paper for an undergrad class about the life and death of an online community, I spent two hours tonight rambling about Marx and capital and layers of representation over tea and pancakes at the IHOP.
All the quizzical stares I got cemented something for me: Somewhere along the way, I’ve somehow wandered into the liberal arts grad student clubhouse, full of psuedo-intellectual discourse and socio-economic-political critique.
I think I crossed the threshhold when I started talking about the media imbuing the digerati with a knid of social capital, which in turn garners that community a degree of economic value. In “normal” conversation. At the IHOP. (Doesn’t that sound like culturally elitist snobbery?)
Yikes.