The dish on Feminists!

[Meg Larson]

We're really gonna miss yer presence at the Great Lakes PynHead shindig.
;-(
M.

                        
                               

"Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions; they are
metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous
force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as
metal and no longer as coins"
 ---Friedrich Nietzsche                                                    
                                                                           
                                                       

Meg Larson
Saginaw Valley State University
mgl at tardis.svsu.edu              

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| From: Craig Bleakley <cgbleak at rs6000.cmp.ilstu.edu>
| To: pynchon-l at waste.org
| Subject: NP: The dish on Feminists!
| Date: Sunday, May 25, 1997 2:06 PM
| 
| This roll call of shame for postmodern theorists seems awfully one-sided
in
| terms of gender.  And frankly, so far, I think it's been pretty sexist.
| Now, however, after talking with highly reliable sources, I have come to
| even the score by dishing the dirt on your favorite feminist critics!  So
| get something to drink and maybe to munch, cuz if you think the rather
| peculiar personal pursuits of Foucault, Althusser, etc., problematize
Pomo
| (you mean some folks can't live up to their ideals?), you ain't seen
nothing
| yet!  For example:
| 
| Betty Freidan: neat freak.  House *always* smelled like Pine-Sol.
| 
| Helene Cixous: very tempermental about people mispronouncing her name. 
As a
| child, bit the head off her brother's pet turtle.
| 
| Julie Kristeva: Has been caught more than once calling stores and asking
if
| they have Prince Albert in a can.  Owns more shoes than Imelda Marcos.   
| 
| Gayartri Spivak: horrible cook. I mean it.  Dine out.
| 
| Gloria Steinam: webbed toes.  
| 
| Linda Hutcheon: very bad about borrowing things from the neighbors and
not
| returning them.  
| 
| Jane Gallup: NASCAR enthusiast
| 
| And there you have it. Tune in next week to find out if Saul Bellow
sleeps
| in nothing but that Nobel medal dangling around his withered neck. 
Bringing
| you the dish from the glamourous Intellectual Gossip Capitol of the
| World--Normal, Illinois--this is Craig Bleakley signing off, and really
| jealous of all of you out there who have better things to do.     
| 
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