Literary Theory & Criticism class. I skimmed through them readings on Feminism. (I skim through everything, besides.:p Reminds me:

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a skim.

Har.XD Theory and criticism is such a drag. Boohooo.) I looked like shit, as usual. No sleep, little hangover, zombified with caffeine, mentally elsewhere, looking like a deserted basura dumped on a chair. Who gives a crap about feminism any more? I'm a post-post-feminist baby, what do I care? Same thing with other things:

I'm a post-marxist baby, what do I care?
I'm a post-holocaust baby, what do I care?
I'm a post-modernist baby, what do I care?
I'm a post-Martial Law baby, what do I care?
I'm a post-structuralist baby, what do I care?

Don't you just love the twenty-first century? You're free to say, "Goddamn, to hell them all, why should I care?" Teeeeeee.XD Then here comes feminism traipsing down the aisle and sweeping the floor with her skirt. Everybody, standing ovation.

What's the fuss all about? What's all these feminists griping about "inferior literature" and "feminist literature" and "women reading about women" and "women's self-empowerment" and whatnot?

I just don't get it.

99% of the books I've read were written by dead, white men. I've read female writers like Charlotte Bronte, Jean Rhys, Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, Erica Jong, Candace Bushnell (holy shit yes, among others XD), and found them all a complete rubbish. (Well, except for Jong, which goes to say I have bad taste. Uuukkk.XD) A huge cavernous chunk of my life is autopiloted by books. No person I know in real life has ever changed me. Not my father. Not my mother. Not my professors. It's just books, books, books. Everything you need to know is in books. Literature. High literature. Everybody else out there is an idiot telling you idiotic things to lead an idiotic life and die an idiot just like all the idiots did in the hall of famous idiots.

Does that exclude me from all them idiots? No. I am also an idiot, but so what.XD

So to say that I've read literature mostly written by men, that I've been conditioned to think, speak, and act like men, is there a problem with that? That women are balled up into an entire universe that bores me, is there a problem with that? That the company of men is more comforting, more natural, more adventurous, more fun, is there a problem with that? That books have stripped me of emotion and sentimentality and turned me into an aggressive, assertive, rational, logical, realistic, testosterone-driven misogynist, is there a problem with that? That I am alienated from my own gender and not quite fused into that opposite gender, is there a problem with that? That I am genderless, has no plans of marrying, having children, leading a domestic life, and has no sense of inferiority complex to other genders whatsoever, is there a problem with that?

Feminist theory points out that (1) I am a poor, lost woman with nothing but her breasts and vagina to define her femininity, and; (2) I've been doing everything wrong: reading the wrong books, thinking, speaking, acting the wrong way. Who's this Miss Feminist Theorist to say that I should assert my gender identity and transform myself into some other strange animal, a woman? How can the world be simply split into men and women right down the middle without rushing and nuking each other's brains off in the gray area?

I mean, so freaking what? Why should women read women to begin with? Feminist literature is crap and you know it. Why can't people just accept that?

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