Dear Fred,
As I recall you like Paglia. (Early today I was thinking about the qualities that attach to the word "bourgeoise" - a cerebral detour I haven't taken in years -- and then I get home to hear Paglia probing "bourgeoise" culture at the 4:35 mark.)
Camille Paglia - #MeToo is Naive and Clueless
Today, at Costco I reached out (without thinking) to touch my Congolese "friend" Yangala (a Costco employee).
And although it was too late not to touch her, I babbled: "Is this alright with you?" (I've been doing lots of last minute "shout outs" lately, and it feels all wrong.)
It feels like I'm colluding in the normalization of prissyness, smarm and finger-wag. Conspiring to co-create sterile fields.
Anyhow, Yangala looked at me like I was crazy.
Of course it was alright.
How could it not be alright?
And not just alright but good.
Her wincing brow came bloody close to saying: "If you don't touch me, what kind of nut case are you?"
The following photo is not Yangala but the spirit "rhymes."
Paz contigo
Alan
PS I feel very reluctant to copy this to my longstanding cluster of women friends because I don't want to "hear about it."
Yes, of course they're "right."
But "what if?" "We can be right. Or we can be human."
And what are we to make of "right" when "it's all wrong?"
I just tried to copy my "woman cluster" and I couldn't bring myself to copy any of them.
Am I sheltering a perversion?
Or am I sheltering normalcy?
PPS Maybe the smarm-priss-finger-wags should wear buttons that say "Don't touch me unless you ask."
That would work well for me. Those are the very people I don't want to touch. They are also the people who might benefit most from stewing in their own juice.
My only criterion for includion of the following memes is that they're thought-provoking.
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