The intellectual Man-Child, a species all too familiar to those who work in publishing, study the humanities, or frequent literary panels and their (often more taxing) after parties, is that "nice guy from your grad-school program who tries to cover up his hurt feelings by concocting a general theory that explains why he never got a text after his one-night stand." Was reading that sentence more satisfying than smashing a glass of wine against the wall? Read on.
Moira Weigel and Mal Ahern's Tiqqun takedown, entitled "Further Materials Toward a Theory of the Man-Child," is worth a read (as is The New Inquiry's entire family planning issue), even if you don't agree that the French journal of radical philosophy employs the same rhetorical strategy as Daniel Tosh — and even if you don't know or care what Tiqqun is.
The writers posit that the hipster and the douchebag are subspecies of the genus Man-Child (We'd humbly like to submit the "Nice Guy" for consideration, as well). But these Man-Children are much more highbrow than your run-of-the-mill bro or tortured MRA, which is why they get away with sexist bullshit by sneaking it in during a monologue on Kant's Golden Rule or what have you. (OK, maybe you should suspect it then.) "Why are so many thoughtful people ready to accept that a layer of irony suffices to turns hateful language into the basis of a sound critique?" the writers wonder: