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Ok, I was sitting in my Feminist Literary Theory class today, when over the course of discussing our latest reading, we began talking about essentialism. Well, from this the topic turned to men in feminist classes. (there are only four in this particular class, of which I am one... last time I checked anyway) One guy, who is a Women's Studies major (or minor, not sure offhand) started talking about how he takes a lot of classes in which he is the only male. Ok, now essentialism, this is a crude definition, is the concept that it is essential for someone to be a certain race, gender etc, to fully "get" that particular issue. Meaning that say because I am a Blackfeet Indian the other non-Indians could never ever fully understand American Indian topics like myself, because they wouldn't have the experience of living it. Ok, the world is probably more complex than a blanket idea than that, but that is the basic gist. Anyway, the Professor started joking with the guy, who is gay, about how in classes with only one male or a few males how women will then start using the male or males as targets for questions on everything masculine etc. So he started saying how women in those classes will do exactly that, seek him out as an expert on all things male. Then all of sudden he just goes, "Yeah they ask all these questions about men and well, I'm just a faggot, what the hell do I know?"
The whole class just exploded with laughter. It was about the single funniest line I have ever heard. Expertly delivered too. :)
I love classes like that, good smart people, open to ideas and discussion, awesome interesting material. Lots of fun.
Good times. :)
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