Whenever Jamie Kirchick is brought on stage to do this shtick (see screenshot), I feel it incumbent upon me to tell the following story. It was the spring of 1991. I was in the second semester of my second year of graduate school at Yale. The grad workers and grad students went on strike. We marched around the Old Campus, where first-year undergraduates live, and a student shouted out the window, "Get back to work." I've told this story multiple times, in a New York Times essay and elsewhere, about how some of the more classist undergraduates in the Ivy League view the "help." Fast forward 20 years or so. Everyone's on Twitter, and I tell this story again. Suddenly, out of the whirlwind comes Jamie Kirchick, proudly claiming that it was he who had issued that ugly taunt from the window in 1992. There's just one problem with his story. In 1992, Jamie Kirchick was in elementary school. Which raises an interesting question about where the true foulness of his character lies. Which is worse, after all? To be, authentically, the privileged young person who treats workers like they're the hired help or to be the Patricia Highsmith-type liar who pretends to have been the privileged young person who treats workers like they're the hired help? In any event, this is the sociopath The Atlantic has asked to weigh in on the DSA.