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quote ao wrote:
one who brings theory to dinner, to the pub, to the table tennis table...
You see, the problem with that statement is that theory is actually already sitting at the dinner table, drinking a lager, back-handing the ball over the net, before we ever get there.The relational world theory describes is there. Naive conceptualisations (and some less so) are active in everyone's mind all the time. But you can actually get through an evening without talking about Foucault or Mitchell. It does happen. quote:If we want to stretch the metaphor in yet another direction, theory bitches simply act as sniffer-dogs. Proving, of course, that just as theory is everywhre, sex is everywhere, making everything tick: capital, history, mountains, billboards, the sea.And someone who cannot help mentioning sex outside the usual arenas for such dialogue generally gets funny looks. Theory, however, is immune to that kind of reproach, because it can draw on immense resources to legitimate its presence in any situation. The question is whether that's always a good thing, or whether there are times to leave it alone. Funerals, Christenings, etc.
quote:Psychologically, theory bitches are too clever; they're too sexy; too loud.None of those descriptions immediately occurred to me. They're all things which describe people I know who are theory bitches, but I wouldn't necessarily have called them definitive.
quote:In fact they're too everything, and that makes them endearingly awkward; they're tryhards and they mumble. They call themselves bitches because theory is a demanding and terrifying partner; which, they think, gives them a special right to be mean to everyone else.Mumble?! Um, perhaps. Sometimes. Say, if you gag them. A theory bitch is often a brilliant mind with no sense of timing. Someone who will tell the mother of the infant being baptised that Christianity is a repressive patriarchal myth system and that participation is an affront to any notion of feminism or self-determination.
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