…that the author of that quite fine piece in the Guardian is not to be trusted, Andrew. In this case, though, ignorance was bliss — not knowing anything about Ms. Bunting, I could only evaluate it on the basis of its own text, and it struck a resonant chord. There’s a very good article in the New Republic on the same subject by Katherine Marsh this week, but I’m not linking to it because you have to be a paid subscriber.