Here is Vector, full of rage.
Berkeley is full of fucking idiots.
Yes, that's right. You heard me. Fucking idiots.
People who don't know how to discuss things. I want to throw this forum at them and say "Here, you twits! Here's some people arguing. Learn from them. They know better than you and aren't just sitting around making tone arguments like they're actually saying something. They aren't saying things like "I totally read Freud and now I'm trying to interpret my dreams, LOL, and he's like the Sherlock Holmes of the subconscious. And he isn't scientific, hohoho. And he's totally looking at the fragmented person."
What the fuck. Your little head-bobs and ttly SoCal hand-gestures are not cute. You look like a twit. Stop concentrating so hard on being blonde and get your nose in the goddamned textbook. Forget your mascara for once. Be late for the bus, be so tired that you're afraid you might have slept through the day, get some dark circles under your eyes.
We all know that Freud has been repudiated. Can we, as a culture, move on and actually think about what sort of interesting things he'd have to say? The implications of his possibly being correct, the interesting readings we can get out of things, and so on?
And don't even get me started on math students! I'm in an honors class, but that's full of nitwits too who can't even understand why 6Z is a subgroup of 3Z. The guy goes "hurr durr will you be my tutor?" I say "Only if you pay me," because it's obvious that he just isn't applying himself. At all. Then he says he's broke, but every day before class he gets me to explain the textbook to him.
And fuck me, too, for explaining it.
And screw the cute liberal arts majors who don't study for Russian quizzes, trololololo~
And the other math majors who wouldn't know a proof if it hit them in the nuts and said "PROVE ME, CAPTAIN, AND MAKE MY NIGHT."
I hardly study and I'm still better at, I don't know, not making a total fool of myself every single time I open my mouth. I don't care how much the other women glare at me in class. I don't care if they won't talk to me, and I don't care how pushy, rude, or irritating they think I am.
I don't care if the professor's answer to "I'm having some trouble with Nietzsche and would like more information on how to approach his perspective" is "Well, we aren't covering him much more in the semester so you don't have to worry for your grades," multiple times. I asked politely. She could answer, rather than saying "but that's irrelevant. You don't need to learn that."
I am paying these people to educate me. I want to be educated. How fucking hard is it. Weren't these people supposed to be experts? Wasn't this institution supposed to be world-class? Instead, it's just making us into sheep as we scurry harder and harder for "points" and "grades" rather than seeking true knowledge and wisdom. We don't work out of a sense of pleasure in aesthetic principles. We work because of stupid carrots and stupid sticks that only exist as human constructs, or in hopes of future material rewards--that we'd obviously get if we majored in rhetoric, right?
Do they just not care that much? Are they just too stupid? Are they just unwilling?
It isn't even that hard!
It isn't even that hard.
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