Nellie Bowles recently appeared at the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco to promote her new book Morning After the Revolution. I was in the audience that night, sitting near the front of the relatively small room. It felt like a mildly rebellious act to be there, knowing that Bowles was just about to unleash a tidal wave of criticisms against the progressive politics of San Francisco. The Commonwealth Club is a rather serious, buttoned-down institution. But surely, I thought, there would be some measure of shenanigans from the audience tonight. I glanced around to see if anyone looked primed to raise a bullhorn or rush the stage. The audience seemed tame enough.
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