Courtesy of New York Maga­zine’s Michael Hirschorn in the ⁹⁄₁₁ anniver­sary issue: 

It takes only a cursory review of the events of the past ten years to see how inef­fec­tive irony—both of the self-congrat­u­la­tory spokie variety (Où sont les trucker caps d’antan? ask furry Brook­lynites now earnestly singing call-and-response songs from the fifteenth century at their Montauk CSAs) and the Swiftian exposing-the-absur­dity-of-the-modern-condi­tion variety—has been against the forces of darkness.