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jim

wat is this all about

badgerbag

It's merely phenomena, or experienced experience, attempting to "write-around" the unwriteable noumena, which in Croatian is translated from 'ding in sich' to "stvar po sebi" rather than what one might expect, "stvar u sebi."

All in the context of my 21st century upper middle class housewifery, and the historical situation of April 2003, when "we" had just started this horrible war and were bombing Baghdad. The war, remember? Violence was on my mind.

Jo

My Croatian's pretty rusty, but ha! That's funny! What a punster you are!

Prentiss Riddle

Once when I was in maybe the 7th grade, in Oklahoma, my parents shocked me by suggesting that perhaps I should learn to shoot a gun. This was in a household with no guns, not even the BB gun I'd have given my eye teeth for in elementary school, and a dad who fished but never hunted. I never knew what they were driving at -- was it a survivalist thing? Did they think I might be drafted someday? But I said basically hell no, I didn't want to know how to shoot a gun, and if I was in some situation where it was expected of me then my inability would only back me up in my resolve not to cooperate with those expectations. I had strong pacifist convictions at that age.

Which, come to think of it, was the age when I was the regular recipient of bullying in PE class at school -- the locker room beatings you refer to, although fortunately there was more threat than actual beating taking place. I responded with utterly ineffective pacifism and a desperate touch of stoicism maybe cribbed from Mr. Spock -- "No, I don't want to fight. No I'm not going to fight you. Of course you can beat me up, you're bigger than me. No, I don't want you to beat me up but I can't stop you." I'm so lucky I didn't live in a slum or an English boarding school or something, I'd have ended up hospitalized or sodomized or dead.

Anyway, putting the two memories together, I wonder if there was any hidden connection in my parents' minds. If I'd gotten those shooting lessons, would that have somehow made a difference in my bully problem? I don't see how, short of my going Columbine.

badgerbag

Perhaps they felt you were not quite manly enough and hoped that a phallic tool of power would have helped bolster you up a bit!

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