“[I]f I learned one thing in my years amongst the hyper-politicized neo-hippie fascists at Wesleyan, it was that everything you do, whether you mean it or not, is a political statement. The way you dress, cut your hair, who you sleep with and how, who you talk with, who you meet with, the ‘political spaces’ you create, the way you sneeze, tie your shoes, the way you do the things you do, it all implies a political statement of sorts. And you have to be oh so careful about the political statements you make. Thus, the intellectual discourse on campus went something like as follows:
‘You offend me.’
‘No, YOU offend ME!’
‘No, you are offensive!’
‘No, I am offended! And if you respond, that’s also offensive!’
‘Don’t silence my voice!’
‘Don’t silence MY voice, you straightwhiteuppermiddleclassmalehegemonist OPPRESSOR!’
‘Don’t oppress me with your labels!’
‘You think YOU’RE oppressed?!’
…etcetera, etcetera, ad infinitum, ad nauseum [sic].” – Peace Corps volunteer Philippe André Gosselin writing from Burkina Faso on his blog. (Mad props: Rex.)
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