labor unrest: the sexiest kind of unrest
And I finally realized why Doug Murray has been bugging me so damn much: he is possibly, Joe Hill!
(or, if you prefer, Paul Robeson. I am one-hundred percent sure we once sang this in church, now that, you know. English.)
As you can see, I have been working diligently and seriously on my various essays. No, not really, the latest masterpiece, working title "SLUTPANTS WHOO" (to convince me to click on it in the start bar when I would much rather be writing something fun like "pornpornporn" or even "genderfuck 9/455") turned out to be about how fascism was pretty great, when it came to planning the Italian economy! Which it was not, but this is not the place for intelligent debates. That is my tutorial, tomorrow. With creepy tutor who stares, and so conversations go like this:
Jane: "...and so, I think that the evidence supports my view quite strongly."
Tutor: (stares unsettlingly at my neck.)
Jane: "or, you know, weakly. Not as strongly."
THAT IS NOT EVEN THE WORST! The worst moment was during a lecture on French collaboration, when the lecturer mentioned that the current political situation here "was like Vichy, no one really knew what it might look like, but it was very interesting." It succeeded in quieting us all up! And since we were silently note-taking before that, well, there is an accomplishment. woooooooorst accomplishment, but one nonetheless.
And now, I must email my other tutor, so that I will have something to write about (intrigue!) and truck all these books back to the flippin' library and perhaps later today, work on that "pornpornporn" file. SUCH IS THE LIFE.
ETA, 5:38 am: AHAHAH the tutor who most hates theory in all the land is doing the revision session on Marxism. I am tempted to go, but not really since the only thing he hates more than critical theory is me.
Click to view(or, if you prefer, Paul Robeson. I am one-hundred percent sure we once sang this in church, now that, you know. English.)
As you can see, I have been working diligently and seriously on my various essays. No, not really, the latest masterpiece, working title "SLUTPANTS WHOO" (to convince me to click on it in the start bar when I would much rather be writing something fun like "pornpornporn" or even "genderfuck 9/455") turned out to be about how fascism was pretty great, when it came to planning the Italian economy! Which it was not, but this is not the place for intelligent debates. That is my tutorial, tomorrow. With creepy tutor who stares, and so conversations go like this:
Jane: "...and so, I think that the evidence supports my view quite strongly."
Tutor: (stares unsettlingly at my neck.)
Jane: "or, you know, weakly. Not as strongly."
THAT IS NOT EVEN THE WORST! The worst moment was during a lecture on French collaboration, when the lecturer mentioned that the current political situation here "was like Vichy, no one really knew what it might look like, but it was very interesting." It succeeded in quieting us all up! And since we were silently note-taking before that, well, there is an accomplishment. woooooooorst accomplishment, but one nonetheless.
And now, I must email my other tutor, so that I will have something to write about (intrigue!) and truck all these books back to the flippin' library and perhaps later today, work on that "pornpornporn" file. SUCH IS THE LIFE.
ETA, 5:38 am: AHAHAH the tutor who most hates theory in all the land is doing the revision session on Marxism. I am tempted to go, but not really since the only thing he hates more than critical theory is me.