speaking of waiting for their turn to talk, i heard a song last night with a great line: ‘if silence was golden, you couldn’t raise a dime.’ and the chorus: ‘your brain is on vacation but your mouth is working overtime.’


David
958 days ago

ossibly, one of the best tricks to becoming a popular blog is to be a topical blog soaked in relevancy and specializing in hyper-criticism (and, by ‘criticism’, I’m not talking about classic, traditional criticism but I’m talking about modern cynical opinionism). I try my hardest to be precisely the opposite of all of that (hell, I don’t consider this a blog at all) and that’s why I don’t get a lot of hits and a lot of comments. But, at the same time, the hits and comments I get are from people I like or are most likely readers of people I like. It’s like a little shy community that occasionally slyly jostle each other politely and I’m okay with that.

And that’s why I’m wondering why I feel compelled to write about feminism. One of the dumbest things I could possibly do is write about something topical and of those topical things the dumbest of the dumb to write about are religion (which I occasionally do in a completely irrelevant way), abortion rights, and feminism. The main reason why I see it as dumb is because I have never meant this journal, in any of its forms, to be a forum for discussion. This is me writing a bunch of hopefully pleasingly written ludicrous things that just happen to make you do all the work in trying to create that mystical connection between writer and reader (which is, usually, the opposite of what is supposed to be going on). So why write about something that is practically guaranteed to get people riled up enough to try and create a dialogue with me? I have absolutely no fucking clue.

Which is why I’m right now writing an article about feminism without ever actually mentioning how I feel about feminism. Like most of my other thoughts and ideas in areas like this, I reserve them either for my own personal internal poisonings or for when there are people actually within shouting distance with whom I can actually talk. Although everyone else is convinced otherwise, I simply have never thought the Internet was the suitable place for anything like that. Sure, there are a lot of topical forums full of people who range from astute to asinine (imagine it like a bell curve dipping down to the ‘z’ words) and the hopeful among us can hope that enough people are affected in a positive way by what they’ve read so that more tolerance, compassion, and understanding gets spread both on and off the Internet but, as anyone who has actually tread those places can tell you, it has very little to do with trying to learn or expand one’s view of the world in which they live and practically everything to do with just trying to get your opinion heard over everyone else’s at all costs.

As the guy once said, ‘They’re just waiting for their turn to talk.’

Feminism (Well, Not Really)