Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
I love the
Perhaps it's a bit anecdotal, but my D+ in "Rapist Basket-Weaving, Masturbation, and the Afro-Feminine Mind ENG 245" didn't screw me for life. Further, I've had more success in both professional and personal life talking about my favorite drinks and cigars (click on the link for Christmas ideas, Mom... I don't want another fuckin sweater) than discussing the intakes of Metternich's suppression of liberal ideology in the Revolutions of 1814. If anything, the intractability of Israeli-Palestinian problem or Saudi Wahabbianism tends to be a downer... people either leave the room or ask me to shut up.
From my prospective, I've found my
Maybe the glass ceiling has more to do with collegiate men focusing more on binge drinking and date rape (ie: conversation and interaction) than on Percy Shelly's dubious sexuality. Maybe women would do well to stop studying so hard, and start reading. Afterall, what really matters more?