The worst class in my 18 years of formal education took place my last semester of grad school. I guess some higher power wanted to cure me of any allusions of continuing on in academia. In Postcolonial Theory, the class that made every Wednesday at 3:15 the best moment of the week because I knew I was as far away from the next meeting as I’d be all week, we read heavily footnoted article after heavily footnoted article like this:
“The move from a structuralist account in which capital is understood to structure social relationships in relatively homologous way ways to a view of hegemony in which power relations are subject to repetition, convergence, and rearticulation brought the question of temporality into the thinking of structure, and marked a shift from a form of Althusserian theory that takes structural totalities as theoretical object to one in which the insights into the contingent possibility of structure inaugurate a renewed conception of hegemony as bound up with the contingent sites and strategies of the rearticulation of power.” Homi Bhaba
Keep in mind that the clarity of these articles was not enhanced by the fact that they were often printed on shoddily scanned pages, or if it was my responsibility to print them out, in about size 6 font with 12 pages shrunk down to fit on 1 page because no way was I going to spend anything but the bare minimum on that junk. I sent some friends the passage above once, and this girl’s response was:
“Well one thing can be certain, Homi whatever must be ugly or anti-social. He has spent too many Friday nights with his nose in books. And Saturday mornings, and afternoons, and evenings.”
While she’s normally right about just about everything, there’s one feminist theorist who breaks the mold. And that’s number 1 on my top 5 for hotness: Ryan Gosling.
Apparently the one cool girl in all of English graduate studies ever (sorry Erin) started this blog, Feminist Ryan Gosling, as a way to keep track of the theorists she was studying. She takes pictures where Ryan looks particularly dreamy and posts a theorist’s ideas below, and it’s really, really funny. Laughing at these jokes *almost* makes struggling through Postcolonial Theory worth it.
If you’re more the artsy type, you might enjoy Handmade Ryan Gosling. Here’s a sampling: