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I thought I knew how to read...

...that was, until I got a hold of Janine Marchessault.

It's not that I didn't understand most of the words she was using, it's just that when they all came together into sentences - or even worse, paragraphs - they didn't make quite enough sense to me.

When I say they didn't make quite enough sense, I mean that most of the time they didn't make any sense. This forced my mind to wander. I read the entire essay before I realized that I was thinking about girls the entire time. And not in the way that Ms. Marchessault would appreciate.

I think Marchessault's problem is that she loves words so much that she feels the need to use every single one she knows when she writes something. If she would write more like people speak - and understand - I would have gotten a lot more information out of this essay.

At least she used the word phallocentric, which is an automatic winner in any essay about gender.

Also this is my first post in my blog, so if anyone wants to tell me how awesome of a job I did, that'd be neat. thanks.

First blog

I laughed out loud, and totally agree with your thesis. Awesome job.

phallocentric

You are a hoot and a holler my dear Constable. I didn't notice she used the word "phallocentric", probably because she used it after the point where I gave up and shot myself in the head. If I had seen it I would have no doubt thought of you, because you are phallocentric; your whole life is phallocentric and you just can't escape it.