Henry Jenkins IV recalls that in 1992 his father, an M.I.T. professor, treated him to a big WWF match at Boston Garden. Surely, Henry Jenkins III was treating himself too: The cultural-criticism scholar had taken a cue from his wrestling-fanatic son and was studying the spectacle. They watched, rapt, as the lavender-clad Beverley Brothers hugged and took the ring. But as the opponents, the über-masculine Bushwhackers, sauntered in wearing work shirts and boots, the queer-bashing began. The more effeminate duo not only got ripped apart and taken down, but became the object of the crowd's loathing as it chanted, "Faggot, faggot." In that moment, the father was deeply disgusted with his academic pursuit and the son became alienated... More >>>