We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The famous Sokol essay was published in 1996. It was just blather, but the "adventurous" editors couldn't tell. Maybe "adventurous" is a euphemism for not knowing what you are doing.
In my experience in post grad lit classes, I found that most practitioners of critical theory are pretty uncritical of anything, as long as you dress it up in really long words, really long sentences, and tendentious leftist rhetoric of precisely the right tone. I'd call critical theory an enormous wankfest, but that would imply that the practitioners are taking some pleasure from the process, and performing it to some worthwhile if ultimately empty end. Other than advancing the neo-marxist project by attempting to overturn traditional cultural and rationalist standards, most of them aren't.