My dad and his goofy friend Frank usually write this blog's posts, but I got Dad to let me write a post for balance.
As a women's studies major, I know all about how guys like Dad and his friend Frank are fighting a war against women. Every time they listen to an AC/DC song or watch a Dolph Lundgren movie they put another block in their walls of female oppression. Every time they expect a woman to be pretty or a man to be brave they make women slaves. The way out of this slavery is existentialism and feminism.
Lepidus, my Dad, doesn't get it. He thinks existentialism is just another name for stubbornness. What a neanderthal! He so doesn't get Professor Schickelgruber, either. Professor Schickelgruber taught my class on Sartre. Dad said he was an overgrown teenager who dressed like a beatnik. But he was the most amazing teacher, and even though we're not sleeping together anymore, we're still good friends. Older guys are OK, as long as they're hip and liberal. Guys like Lepidus and Frank think too much about the old bourgeois rules. Ugh. Like, they'd have me studying Addison, Coleridge, and Shakespeare. Whatever. I think that all three of those guys were gay. And not a cool post-modern gay, but a weird old-fashioned kind.
Like, my friend Christy said something good the other day. She said, "Kaitlin, all those Republican guys must really be gay, since they're anti-choice. Like, if you slept with chicks, you'd need abortion, right? So that's why they're against gay marriage, because they're gay, but they don't want to look gay. Like, having kids, that's so 1950s." Totally.
As a women's studies major, I know all about how guys like Dad and his friend Frank are fighting a war against women. Every time they listen to an AC/DC song or watch a Dolph Lundgren movie they put another block in their walls of female oppression. Every time they expect a woman to be pretty or a man to be brave they make women slaves. The way out of this slavery is existentialism and feminism.
Lepidus, my Dad, doesn't get it. He thinks existentialism is just another name for stubbornness. What a neanderthal! He so doesn't get Professor Schickelgruber, either. Professor Schickelgruber taught my class on Sartre. Dad said he was an overgrown teenager who dressed like a beatnik. But he was the most amazing teacher, and even though we're not sleeping together anymore, we're still good friends. Older guys are OK, as long as they're hip and liberal. Guys like Lepidus and Frank think too much about the old bourgeois rules. Ugh. Like, they'd have me studying Addison, Coleridge, and Shakespeare. Whatever. I think that all three of those guys were gay. And not a cool post-modern gay, but a weird old-fashioned kind.
Like, my friend Christy said something good the other day. She said, "Kaitlin, all those Republican guys must really be gay, since they're anti-choice. Like, if you slept with chicks, you'd need abortion, right? So that's why they're against gay marriage, because they're gay, but they don't want to look gay. Like, having kids, that's so 1950s." Totally.
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