Brilliant, eloquent and funny: Tom Wolfe’s Rococo Marxists!
“From the very outset the eminence of this new creature, the intellectual, who was to play such a tremendous role in the history of the twentieth century, was inseparable from his necessary indignation. It was his indignation that elevated him to a plateau of moral superiority. Once up there, he was in a position to look down at the rest of humanity. And it hadn’t cost him any effort, intellectual or otherwise. As Marshall McLuhan would put it years later: “Moral indignation is a technique used to endow the idiot with dignity.” Precisely which intellectuals of the twentieth century were or were not idiots is a debatable point, but it is hard to argue with the definition I once heard a French diplomat offer at a dinner party: “An intellectual is a person knowledgeable in one field who speaks out only in others.”
Read the whole thing, as they say…
Perhaps I should give a second read to Nietzsche. Unfortunately, all I notice about Nietzsche is what Rococo Marxists taught me and what little gay Nazis of San Francisco Neo-Pagan scene spit out. Then again, it will probably be a while until I will read something other then a book on child-rearing.
…At least my late adviser was no Young Turk.
I mentioned earlier that I will no longer write about my baby’s poop – for the sake of my baby’s mental health.
Well, I found that bowl movement of other individuals is worthy of a discussion.
For one, there is a mom I know who claims that her baby daughter squirted her poop into a fan. I am tempted to believe her, although this one is too good to be true. Something tells me it’s an urban legend.
Our family went out for a Mexican dinner the other day. The combination of salsa and tequila gives my husband indigestion. So after the dinner he was prostrated on the bed, and by the bed I was nursing my baby. Then my husband farted. My baby dropped my boob and began crying.
You think it’s funny! But think of it from her point of view: nursing is her most important activity, and the only way she knows to get sustenance. And then, all of a sudden her milk supply appears to be polluted!
So I switched the breasts and we continued nursing.