Nothing personal. I don't know Susan Estrich personally, having only met her once, when I debated her in the mid-1990s. I know people whom I respect who, in turn, know and respect Susan Estrich. But from where I sit she appears to have lost her compass.
It's that time of year when I post my final exam instead of writing something new for the blog. It's hard to write satire these days, but I did my best (including fake DJT tweet).
For the last several years, I have been working with a great interdisciplinary team of my Cornell colleagues on an investigation of the impacts of different kinds of cigarette warnings. Here's the first of our published papers.
Spoiler Alert! If you haven't watched, but intend to watch, the Netflix documentary Making a Murderer, don't read my blog post. But if you have (or you won't): be outraged, be very outraged.