The basic Argument for the Existence (as opposed to the Non-Existence) of a "Patriarchy" is:
"¿What else could it be?" Which is exactly what I ask myself when I see pictures of controlled deomolition, or when I try to imagine who, other than flesh-eating Lizards from Outer Space, could be in charge of U.S. foreign policy. But which does not mean that I believe in the existence of "Patriarchy."
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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