Not the first time my college minor made for awkward table conversation

While dealing a hand of Midnight Baseball:

“So, tell me about ‘Gender Basics.’”

“Wha? Oh. It’s one of the old textbooks I’m selling on half.com.”

“Ah. And ‘Intercourse’? What’s that about?” (nudge nudge)

“Ha. Ha. Erm. Oh, you know, sex … thatpenetrationequalsrapeandsexisviolenceagainstwomen,* you know, that sort of thing.”

(Long pause mid-laugh, to try to digest such a summary, which did not match the expected answer of ‘How-to Book.’ Then —)

“Ah.” (knowledgably) “Feminism.” (arranges cards)

(Blankly) “Er. Well. No. … (grasping for a way to explain to a high-school chemistry teacher the concept of radical feminst theory as it intersects a pornographic culture) Hey, are there wilds in this hand?”

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*Okay, YOU try to explain Andrea Dworkin in one sentence.

November 3, 2007 | Filed Under minutiae

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4 Responses to “Not the first time my college minor made for awkward table conversation”

TW on November 3rd, 2007 2:53 pm

What a fun party game! Explain radical feminists in single sentences. I love it.
LetterB on November 3rd, 2007 4:53 pm

I think you summarized it admirably. Chemistry teachers, man, what’s up with them?
shelley on November 4th, 2007 10:49 am

Andrea would have wanted to be able to diagram the sentence - then she’d have settled for good old ‘Man fucks woman. Subject, verb, object.’

Her autobiography is a fascinating read. For good or ill, there are not many like her.
supa on November 4th, 2007 10:39 pm

Man, I should totally read her autobiography. I bet it would be fascinating.

Glad you liked it, TW — try it on your friends!

Laughing, LetterB.