yeah, yeah, i know, academia is an evil bourgeois lair of useless elitist white cishet men writing self-congratulatory articles about nothing and groping their brilliant female students’ arses and so on and so forth, but occasionally, it is prudent to let some of those useless academics – plenty of whom are women and/or poc and/or lgbt nowadays, how shocking, and who’ve spent their lives learning EVERYTHING about a certain subject – explain a text or a concept to you, so that you don’t run around after with a wildly inaccurate understanding of smth like what ‘social construct’ means, or what Nietzsche was all about, or what Freud actually wrote or did or said, or inventing already invented strains of feminism, etc etc etc
oh, and while i’m at it – this whole “academia is useless” is a belief that the far-right ideology has been extremely fond of all throughout the last century or so. just saying.
okay we gotta enact a tumblr ban in my household cause i was just out shopping with my little sister and i made her smell some gross candles and she calmly said “that’s enough of this. may your womb be barren” im tired of this
when i was in 3rd grade there was this girl named sydney who was really nice but everyone thought she was weird cause she was obsessed with horses and were kinda mean to her but anyways she let me borrow her aragon books an i could only read like 5 pages of that shit cause it was so boring, and she was like, i know you didnt read my aragon book, i mirror watched you last night and since then ive been absolutely fucking terrified
same year we had a zoo field trip, she and her mom offered to take me so i felt like i had to repay her so
i stole a fuck ton of snacks from everyones lunches
while they were feeding the elephants then i asked her mom if we could eat in the canopy zone away from everyone else and i gave them all the snacks & her mom was like “are you a mischievous spirit that my daughter has befriended ??” i was like no im a third grader … right after that they moved. i think its my fault
They probably watch you occasionally to this day
she fucking better she said she would protect me from imps
“Pour finir – une fois n’est pas coutume – on livrera de manière plus générale au lecteur une double conviction personnelle, s’agissant de la prise en compte des droits des homosexuels, du couple qu’ils forment, voire de leur possibilité de s’unir par le mariage. Une conviction de juriste, d’abord : quelles que soient par ailleurs les options individuelles qu’on peut avoir, et quelle que soit leur nature, on fera valoir que la fonction et l’honneur du droit lui imposent d’être en connexion avec le réel, d’organiser et de protéger l’existant, dont évidemment les nuances de l’orientation sexuelle des uns et des autres sont un élément. Une conviction plus strictement humaine ensuite : elle tient en la certitude absolue que ce n’est pas en ignorant ou en limitant la liberté de l’autre qu’on augmente la sienne…”
— Anne Rigaux, “Importantes avancées de la jurisprudence de l’Union sur le regroupement familial des couples homosexuels”, étude publiée dans la revue Europe.
In my great-grandfather’s spy memoir we found this summer,
he talks at length about how he was able, at the age of 30, to infiltrate the
communist party by pretending to be an at-risk homeless teenager (yes,
literally a “hello fellow commie teens!” move). He also explains, in great detail,
how he was able to do this because he had an unusually youthful, round and
baby-ish face….a face which has been passed down through the generations to me. (There’s also a long, long paragraph where he’s trying to explain to his intended audience and also to himself the overall concept of empathy as if it’s this strange foreign belief system.)
But that means that now, in our family, we justify all our
skincare and make-up purchases by claiming they support our spy work, “How will
I ever infiltrate the communist party without this $15 bottle of snail serum?”,
or, approvingly after applying make-up, “I look ready to infiltrate the communist
party!”
Or, specifically, in the context of a text I just got from
my mother that said only, “I have to stop at ulta on the way home or I’ll lose
my chance to infiltrate the communists”
