Ere Babylon Was Dust

Jesus fucking christ I’ve been trying not to get mad at the people assigned to posting discussion questions on the boards, even when they’re  godawful stupid questions that make me question whether they read the text at all and I’m going to be graded on my ability to come up with a coherent textually supported answer to their nonsensical and disconnected questions. We’re all students in this class together after all and okay, having to read a book every two days is a little-fast paced, maybe you fall behind and have to fudge the questions a little.

But. This one. Fucking. Guy.

I’d already conceived a dislike for him when he posted a whiny response to an article we’d read about patriarchy, about how he was a gentleman and really he was being oppressed by women not wanting men to hold doors open for them. After signing up for a class called Narratives of Women’s Development, after being told that we were going to be reading from a feminist perspective, after reading an article that literally had explained exactly how what he was complaining about was harmful.

And now I have to put up with his bullshit discussion questions on The Bell Jar that literally boil down “Why is Esther so pessimistic and sad when she’s not physically hurt and therefore has no reason to be sad?”

Wow, I don’t know, maybe that’s the fucking obvious depression she spends the whole book suffering from, dipshit? Or maybe, just maybe, emotional pain is just as valid even if you don’t have a gaping wound to give you a “real reason” to be upset.

thefirstgentleman:

casual reminder that for every person who doesn’t want to label their sexuality theres another person who prefers the tangibility of a word and both are ok