Single at Costco Under Late Capitalism
“One Diet Pepsi, please,” I say to the woman in a blue polo shirt spotted with pizza grease. She swipes at a bead of sweat at the fringe of her hairnet. “That’ll be 63 cents.” I come to Costco on Fridays at 2, just after I teach a senior seminar on popular culture criticism. This would be a great place… Read more →