“I figured you’d be locked up in your office, hard at work on that fellowship application. My offer to review your materials still stands, by the way.” “I’ve already submitted it, actually,” I say. “But thank you.” As if I would ever make that mistake again. Two years ago, Kinnear read a paper of mine on Viola Vance’s rumored bisexuality, gave some insulting notes on the structure of my argument, and proceeded to present a trivialized version of the exact same thesis in a talk he gave at the ALSCW conference the next semester.
