Reading about microaggressions on Medium makes me think of going to the doctor and having him prescribe two aspirin each for my head, my neck, my shoulder, my elbow, my wrist, my back, and, perhaps three for the pain in my ass. Every pain is real, and every remedy is proper, but in the aggregate, they are disastrous. Totalitarians revel in the phrase “every last vestige,” but it is in the operation to remove those last bits of unfairness that the patient dies.