tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post5224353401197261003..comments2010-08-30T16:51:16.755-07:00.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-19115616136589834982007-12-06T09:30:00.000-08:002007-12-06T09:30:00.000-08:00<I>"But guarantee you, in grad school, so many undated Fem women... Easy... Dude where have you been?! You've been around too many undergraduates dude!</I><BR/><BR/>Grad or undergrad...if they are students...it's a no go. The power imbalance is, actually, even stronger at the grad level.<BR/><BR/>In the sexual tête-à-tête a "no" can sometimes mean "yes" [in special circumstances]. But in the student/teacher "game" a genuine "yes" is never even logically possible for the student. The Power...the power...trumps any free choice.<BR/><BR/>So, this "dude" doesn't play with undergrads or grads.<BR/><BR/>But, hey, as of next week...I'm out of the education game!<BR/><BR/>So...."feminist theory" here I come!! [pun slightly intended]<BR/><BR/>;-)Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-32334858215479801542007-12-06T02:34:00.000-08:002007-12-06T02:34:00.000-08:00Well that loser is a pedo so he got the freshmen. But guarantee you, in grad school, so many undated Fem women... Easy... Dude where have you been?! You've been around too many undergraduates dude!<BR/><BR/>I'm not even half done with the Balzac thing. Will show you when it's more substantial. Tired. I don't know why I've always gotten something boiling in the kitchen these days... Writing tear.Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-54089131974621009802007-12-05T06:33:00.000-08:002007-12-05T06:33:00.000-08:00http://balzacandtheladimsum.blogspot.com<BR/><BR/>"This blog is open to invited readers only"Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-53879158371137202952007-12-05T06:28:00.000-08:002007-12-05T06:28:00.000-08:00Well...I do play the alto sax, I ski, I'm not skinny...but cute?? [hmmmm....].<BR/><BR/>But I don't "play" with my students -- talk about a patriarchal imbalance of power [educated Asian girls or not]!!<BR/><BR/>Come to think of it..."girls" are of no interest to me any way....I prefer "women"! ;-)<BR/><BR/>And I prefer individuals....not "types."<BR/><BR/>As for the "FEM" thing -- ?? Like most labels....if we use them as true indicators of the whole, we inevitably fall prey to the Fallacy of Accident -- concluding erroneously that each individual is a member of the class.<BR/><BR/>So, white guy may get no "play," But at the end of the day,<BR/>After looking for a lay,<BR/>In the proverbial hay,<BR/>He may, therefore, say,<BR/>"'<I>lay, lady, lay</I>,' I can pay!!"Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-84147181887268656172007-12-04T10:11:00.000-08:002007-12-04T10:11:00.000-08:00Oh believe me, if you can't play the guitar or basketball and are skinny and not cute, the only way you'll be surrounded by the entire class of some educated Asian girls, is to do the Fem thing. He got lots of play for a guy like him without even having to take the girls out... And is still broke and getting laid now... 10 years after... There're freshmen every year...<BR/><BR/>I write the Balzac and L.A. Dim Sum thing at http://balzacandtheladimsum.blogspot.com/.Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-68113262810915572112007-12-04T09:50:00.000-08:002007-12-04T09:50:00.000-08:00PS...what's this?<BR/><BR/>http://balzacandtheladimsum.blogspot.com/Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-63240369778322247082007-12-04T09:49:00.000-08:002007-12-04T09:49:00.000-08:00Hahaha...doesn't look like your "first college crush" is getting much "play" using this line with you!<BR/><BR/>Actually, I have no "line" -- wouldn't know how to use one if I did.Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-71307169435242682882007-12-04T09:27:00.000-08:002007-12-04T09:27:00.000-08:00Dude, last resort. Maybe you can try the Fem tag? I've seen my first college crush getting play with that. He was very on the case with my patriachal oppressive formation of language and self-objectification of desire as well so I hated him. The funniest thing is he later on had the nerve to ask me out after he fell into that "abjection" psycho-feminist stuff and Bataille's eroticism after the Fem. I was like, dude, you're not serious right? You sure you're not doing your major in Drama? You know that's only one of the established forms of femininity, not all right? He's still hitting on me every now and then with that old abjection shit. Amazing.Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-44132370128288179172007-12-04T08:36:00.000-08:002007-12-04T08:36:00.000-08:00Hahahahha.....Neither <I>Cosmo</I> nor <I>Maxim</I> can "cure" the "curse of the whiteboy."Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-46930076631113520302007-12-03T09:30:00.000-08:002007-12-03T09:30:00.000-08:00Ops sorry typo. I actually meant "Maxim" didn't work. Try "Cosmo". Hah!Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-64751406021172218002007-12-03T07:07:00.000-08:002007-12-03T07:07:00.000-08:00Hahahaha.....so it seems. <BR/><BR/>As the last guy at the bar at the end of the evening, with no prospects except the drunk, foul-mouthed and partially toothless crone serving watered down drinks, maybe I should have tried "Marxixm" instead of "Maxism"!<BR/><BR/>;-)<BR/>;-)<BR/>;-)<BR/><BR/>Peter Max, after all, was raised in Shanghai and had an early and late "affair" with Buddhist thought. [And flirting with Buddhists is better than nothing!]Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-35413831758096605892007-12-02T14:18:00.000-08:002007-12-02T14:18:00.000-08:00Dude you're a whiteguy, you lack any academic advantage when it comes to solicitations... You gotta be either black, or gay, or TS, or female, or whatever excuse you can come up with... Maxism won't work mind you...Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-18788625953589356512007-12-02T10:01:00.000-08:002007-12-02T10:01:00.000-08:00PS I did "solicit the attention" of one rather exotic phenomenologist, however, it all came to naught when my philosophical allegiance to Bertrand Russell and AJ Ayer surfaced during foreplay...<BR/><BR/>;-)Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-60679425109221868202007-12-01T15:21:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:21:00.000-08:00<I>"…get a life you freaking pathetic academic intellectual cunt."</I><BR/><BR/>In a similar vein, I've met my share of 'freaking pathetic academic intellectual pricks,' although sleeping with <I>anyone</I> seemed to be, for them, a degredation from the intellectual to the mere physical. [Secular Gnostics, perhaps.]Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-37327885850126019942007-11-30T08:20:00.000-08:002007-11-30T08:20:00.000-08:00All I had a problem with were just some "bi" Foucault camp women that slept with every other ugly chick in the room no men (or prettier lesbians) wanted then married their male students like buying a puppy picking up on my every single patriarchal vocabulary. I was like, come on dude, go get a life you freaking pathetic academic intellectual cunt.Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-2305037241646532232007-11-30T07:38:00.000-08:002007-11-30T07:38:00.000-08:00[Allegedly] Some people do argue for the sake of arguing. But I think that's a bit simplistic ["crude"?]. Those that do so, I think, have other, deeper motives. And that gets into psychology [maybe even that simplistic, overblown and overrated Freudian kind].<BR/><BR/>…as when a youngish male child "pulls the hair" of the literally "sweet young thing" sitting in the desk in front of him. There's more going on than the mere affront to her coiffure.<BR/><BR/>Egad...am I "deconstructing" the seeminly meaningless jabber of such arguments??<BR/><BR/>;-)Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-33247905611515796662007-11-29T21:29:00.000-08:002007-11-29T21:29:00.000-08:00So Foucault-ing is just reduced to basically arguing for arguing? Come on that's a little too crude.Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-62176519360199864452007-11-29T08:53:00.000-08:002007-11-29T08:53:00.000-08:00Oh hell...I forget what was in my mind at the time...other than the lost art of Foucault-ing. I think it had something to do an analysis by Sidney Lanier: "all alliteration which attracts any attention as alliteration is loud."Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-17484088579653156912007-11-28T09:31:00.000-08:002007-11-28T09:31:00.000-08:00It's a joke but I don't see why it's a deconstructed joke?Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-49848767580123406232007-11-27T21:45:00.000-08:002007-11-27T21:45:00.000-08:00Naaaahhhhh....it was a deconstructed joke! Here's one that's been around for a while:<BR/><BR/><I>"Q: How many deconstructionists does it take to screw in a light bulb?<BR/><BR/>A: Even the framing of this question makes a grid of patriarchal assumptions that reveals a slavish devotion to phallocentric ideas - such as, technical accomplishment has inherent value, knowledge can be attained and quantities of labor can be determined empirically, all of which makes a discourse which further marginalizes the already disenfranchised."</I>Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-5994197551307683822007-11-27T18:41:00.000-08:002007-11-27T18:41:00.000-08:00Is that a post-structuralist game you can buy in Toys R Us called No Winner No Loser you meant?Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-75053268249346060162007-11-27T11:57:00.000-08:002007-11-27T11:57:00.000-08:00Egads...I'm being <I>double entendred</I> out of <I>ma tête</I> in a cat-fight-like <I>tête-à-tête,</I> I bet. And yet, no sweat...no need to fret...no one's been wet in the caberet [sic]. Foucault-ing till dawn...no winner...no loser is still a safe bet.Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-61298782939141593852007-11-26T21:35:00.000-08:002007-11-26T21:35:00.000-08:00And by the way, as much as I try all my best to avoid being a pussy, I do love foucault-ing until I drop in a cat fight so much... No hair, no hair... Just words...Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-83859333279696370022007-11-26T21:29:00.000-08:002007-11-26T21:29:00.000-08:00Aw, my guess is you're not in a porn audition then... You sure that's not an academic cat fight?Downtown Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06184766838002769017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304028925055779337.post-22039561541519333112007-11-26T21:25:00.000-08:002007-11-26T21:25:00.000-08:00Whew...and I thought they were only intersted in <I>deconstructing</I> my exaggerated sense of personal <I>mythologies</I>!<BR/><BR/>Or, maybe they just wanted me to <I>foucault</I> until I dropped.Bob Pielkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192584650793363010noreply@blogger.com