many of these are quite accurate reviews, in fact. maybe male self-esteemed critics should write a little more like this, you know? instead of lacanhauntologising us all to death or whatever.
well, that was kinda the point of this... if there was no level of truth this it'd be a tragedy...
and while i've probably done my odd share of lacanhauntologising in the past (and will continue into the everpresent), it's not without a certain sense that perhaps the emperor really DOESN'T have any clothes...
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many of these are quite accurate reviews, in fact. maybe male self-esteemed critics should write a little more like this, you know? instead of lacanhauntologising us all to death or whatever.
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well, that was kinda the point of this... if there was no level of truth this it'd be a tragedy...
ReplyDeleteand while i've probably done my odd share of lacanhauntologising in the past (and will continue into the everpresent), it's not without a certain sense that perhaps the emperor really DOESN'T have any clothes...