The Philosophy of Science

Don't laugh.  I actually took such a class in that last dream-like, sweetly chaotic year before I got my BA.  It satisfied, as I recall, some Science Credits and some Culture Credits at the same time. I took it Pass/Fail so it didn't mess up my GPA (which on graduating was a Magna cum Laude-ville 3.92).  Anyway, I took it, and insofar as it was about science, I loved it; and insofar as it was about Feminism, I purely loathed it.  Thus on the one hand I got to know what Bohr and Heisenberg said to Einstein, and what Einstein said to them; and on the other hand I made the acquaintance of such flickering corpse candles as Luce Irigaray, Thomas Kuhn, and Mary Shelley: Frankenstein was required reading.  The topic assigned for our term paper was "Describe the influence of Feminism on Science."  So, in piping pomo fashion I chose for my text Ariel's dream-speech from the first Canto of The Rape of the Lock:  "Hear and believe!  Thy own importance know/ Nor bind thy narrow views to things below./ Some secret truths, from learned pride conceal'd/ To Maids alone, and Children, are reveal'd."  I passed the course, but what the prof thought of my paper I never knew--and he refused to give it back to me.