Saturday, December 09, 2006

Reuters: Applied; Prospects: Zero%

I'm beginning to tire of people who insist on engaging in arguments with me, but do not ever find the time to read and become informed. Instead of expressing ignorance on certain topics or perhaps find the humility to ask questions, they will undoubtedly attack my resistence to "other views." Listen, I know I am stubborn, it's a quality that has taken me far. So I don't think I am required to always have the patience for -- dare I say -- inferior ideas. Okay, that was wrong of me to say. Let me rephrase. Disproven. If a lazy assumption has already been established to be false, why am I not allowed to say so?

No, I'd be lectured, that's just my "opinion."

Fuck, this is why we're still arguing the merits(?) of Creationism!

I think I'm in the mood for some misanthropy. These liberal arts majors are on the opposite end of the "apathy scale." Their failings stem from dipping their quills in far too many ink pots. Boring and trivializing (as well as ignorant and slow), they roll their eyes at details and numbers (having been raised on skepticism and not much else). Most also tend to be super sensitive to criticism. When I challenge their allegations, they think I am out to "get them" personally. (Not that their characters need much to be deflated.)

"Lily," MArt says. "It's not about winning."

What? So whenever a pop culture icon, leaning left or right, says something deemed remotely interesting to the public, I have to give whomever is regurgitating it back to me a congratulatory pat on the back? Is that it?

Oh really, you hate Bush? Me, too. Let's celebrate in commemoration of our own self-regard and drink until we run out of money for weed again.

These same people also like to think of themselves as being affiliated with communism on one level or another, adopting Marx's words as gospel. Not that it would have ever worked as a self-sustaining political structure, they'd sniff, but it was a noble cause. Both my father's parents were upper-middle ranking Chinese Communist officials. I can attest that my grandmother has never reminisced about those "good ol' days" with a sparkling enthusiasm (not the latter parts, anyway). President Putin, ex-KGB, had a hand in igniting the Second Chechen War and is bringing back the police state in Russia. Yes, quite endearing, these funny folks -- I'd really like to be associated with them. You know who else had a "noble cause?" Robespierre. And look how many heads rolled for him? (Alright, I'm being unfair, but this is a polemic.)

My boyfriend, again, swoops in and tries to clarify things for me. He says it is the ideology alone that people are attracted to. To which I reply, "How can people align themselves with particular ideologies, these doctrines of abstract 'truths,' when their real-life counterparts are so explicitly repulsive? There is no chance for discourse when the material exists in a hypothetical fog, pumped full of vague proclamations of 'brotherhood' that further confuse. It is possible to argue the merits of oppposing ideas, sure, but how do you argue within a singular framework? It is a cop-out and an illusion of broadening intellect!"

Furthermore, it makes me sad how casually "fascist" is thrown around, too. Anyone who flirts with pragmatism is given that repugnant tag nowadays. Well-meaning students have an endless supply of compassion for victims -- then again, everyone wants to be a victim. Girls from privileged backgrounds are suddenly part of the oppressed majority because they've discovered their gender's apparent limitations. (Thanks Dr. Money, because of you, I have to calmly listen to people who believe gender and biology are unrelated. Or to take it even farther: human behaviour is entirely socially conditioned. Right, because if it wasn't for society, I wouldn't have known the first thing to being a woman. Hell, upon seeing a man's penis, I might've stuck it in a sandwich before swinging it above my head like a helicopter rotor. Give me a break. Larry Summers was an asshole, but there were more valid reasons for his resignation than his musings about inherent gender differences.)

Anyway, even I'm guilty of stupid lefty recommendations. MArt has to start his sentences with "I feel" when he's angry as to not offend my fragile sensibilities. (He's such a good, obedient liberal.) Armchair psychologists, we call ourselves. When I threw that phone in Kenny's direction, Techbiana told me "violence was unacceptable" in the house. Yet, she -- and types like her (one who is moving in with MArt this month) -- laughingly slap men around and dislocate jaws, knowing that social norms dictate that there will be no retribution. ("You can't hit girls!")

Ugh, I don't know. Being a 20-year-old sucks. I love school, but I am so fucking done with it.

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