Who else... would have the nerve to actually begin a song with the line ‘Whatchew gonna do, mama, now that the roast beef's gone...?’ Man, that is true punk; that is so fucked up it's got class up the ass.

If someone says that they’re vegan but you find out that they occasionally eat a box of fried chicken when they’re very drunk or very sad, they’re not necessarily wokefishing you - they’re just human.

First, at school you get the grossest abominations, exceeding even those of Sodom and Gomorrah, laid upon your heart for a seasoning—a hashy of fornications, adulteries, murders, battles, and unutterable impurities, of gods, with gods and goddesses, giants and incredibilities, frivolosities and lies, endless genealogies of gods, male and female, and—[…]

This highlights the issue of toxic masculinity in fraternities: a pledge only becomes a man, or a brother, by enduring as much abuse as he can and by proving his competence with girls. If he cannot, he is not only balled but seen as a faggot (this is a term directly from the work).