So, the youngest daughter is home from college, and she just startled me by telling me that she met Jordan Peterson.
Apparently he was at her university speaking, and she got in line and had him sign a couple of his books. She told me she gave him some music that she thought he would like and got a hearty "thank you" from the professor.
Well, then. Nothing like meeting the movers and shakers of the world. I'm jealous.
In a hyper liberal academic environment, the daughter shines through the haze of political correctness and illogical thought. Interestingly, the university she goes to had Bill Clinton as their commencement speaker last year, which was an outrage in itself, but this year, perhaps in penance, they are having the guy that broke the "me too" movement wide open, Ronan Farrow. Perhaps irony is lost on these people.
These were the two books she had him sign:
12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief