12_gon's reviews
8 reviews

It's your average pornographic, pop feminist diatribe from a western Marxist. 

“What I am advocating in this book 150 Years of Gynarchy, is not just a flip of the script. It’s a full rewrite. As you will come to understand, the ultimate goal is to correct the psychological and spiritual effects of patriarchy.”

Ok so like, I'm all anti-patriarchy, but this is straight up fascist logic. Not shocking from the lady who, much like a lot of slave-owners in the Antebellum US, thinks having sex slaves is kinky. 

Much like Dave Meltzer when reviewing the infamous Okada vs. Omega at Wrestle Kingdom 11, I believe this is a 6 star book. Unbelievably enlightening with insight. Arendt along with her editor, and friend, McCarthy, eulcidate on the human experience in all it's horrid details. Also made me realize I was Jewish. The irony of a German women praising the Hebrew influence on Western Civilization is rich. It's so good!

Hard to rate this book because clearly there is more work in here than I can comprehend. I just thought it was a little disjointed, though that could be more a fault of the reader than author.

Very good, very informative. Unbelievable Murad tackles so much, with such brevity. "Like many Islamists, [Foucault] was a lapsed Marxist, concerned with making a statement, with angering the middle-class West... " As a Jewish person, I thought Foucault sucked too. 'The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.' Although I do despise certain sects of Islam, I can see my erroneous thinking in that the dominant narrative I see in the west, is one sent by populism, not by a want to soothe conflict. Though most concern themselves with battles of rich versus poor, I too see the villains of the bourgeois. Those with an multi-vectored excess of surplus. Those who are always hungry, never satiated with their food. The once wolves, now extremists lap-dogs of schizo-capitalism. Whether the bomb is fueled by oil money or blood money, it kills the same innocence regardless.

I'm kinda at a lost for words. Which seems apt. 

I feel exactly the same as Ackert. I want to have some thoughts to share, but I have none. No comments, critiques, or advice. Just a silence that finally feels less alone. Shalom!

Breillat writes with her own purpose in mind. She cares not to coddle the reader, nor to entertain the illusion of artifice that separates us all. Whether it be the illusory pages of a novel, or staged images on a screen, Breillat's freedom-inducing eye will see the guards you have installed to maintain the sovereignty of your mind. The reader must question their allegiance to their perception of reality before discovering the brutal, erotic prose of Breillat's words. Your mind is meant to be her toy much like how the man and woman in this tale. 

For why you are here, potentially reading this book, in search of some facade of compassion. Have you too meandered through life, entrenched in a prison of lies. We live such similar, broken lives. A battered woman is able to speak to a stupid man, only if he can still love her. For love is bounding. The cosmologic horror of our hatred towards being trapped in an animal's body, cursed to search for what gods enjoy. They enjoy an existence away from anthropocentric cycles of vain attempts to escape the now. The erotic tease lost in the climax of romantic memory. 

Breillat has reignited my francophilia. The french are miserable people, and misery loves company so c'est la vie. Les taquineries sont séduisantes. Merci beaucoup Madame Breillat.

It's a gender-swapped 'Lolita', but swap Humbert's slick talking with Celeste Price's sex appeal. Celeste Price is just a pretty white lady who loves molesting teenage boys. Through benevolent sexism and sheer lust from others, she evades major punishment and any real accountability.

I assume Alissa Nutting's message with the book is a feminist one, showing that women and men can be equally depraved. Although the tone of the book indicates a sly self-awareness, tempting the reader to ponder if Nutting takes some glee in knowing that Price and many women can hide their culpability behind their gender. But I'm just a girl uWu, not a predator. Where men are naturally seen as aggressors, women are seen as submissive and lacking autonomy. As goes the patriarchy I suppose. This patriarchal, binary view of justice alleviates women of mens rea. Behind all great men, including those who achieved great evil, are great women... so it's really his fault cause I'm just a girl <3

It's a good book, but the message is tiresome to me and I imagine to anyone else exhausted by overvaluation of gender in most every interaction we have. Plus I do think 'Lolita' is seen as most to be pro-child sexual abuse, so whenever you try to bring it up in conversation, you'll spend 5-15 minutes explaining how the book doesn't actively encourage people to molest kids to some one who has totally read the book (/s). So it's nice to have an alternative book, with a similar message to avoid the stupidity of dishonest people. 

This is dull, monotonous, and wrong. Kierkegaard takes forever to state simplistic ideas, and even longer to support them. I get it Kierkegaard, mindfulness. Just because the Lily doesn't literally speak, doesn't mean they don't communicate to each other. The irony of Kierkegaard's acerbic ire towards poets given his masturbatory use of a incorrect metaphor. One must question if Kierkegaard has experienced a bird, as they are notably noisy. Like bird songs? Maybe if Kierkegaard wasn't so concerned with controlling the minds of others, he might mind his own business.

I'm not against the idea of God, I even enjoy the way Kierkegaard views God and prayer, but it's very patriarchal. Just wait for God's will, unless God is telling you to be a Poet, then you're not a real christian like Kierkegaard. The naturalistic ideologue behind all imbalanced power systems is the main source of inspiration for Kierkegaard. Swap Kierkegaard's use of God with Aryan and nothing significant changes. 

The annoying part is Kierkegaard's hubris. He obscures his dialectic materialist drivel because he knows what God requires from his followers, which of course, means Kierkegaard is in charge. Man ain't never heard a bird, but hears God... yeah ok, whatever buddy. Love the cover, so pretty! The only reason for the full star is that beautiful cover and sexy title. The rest is for Kierkegaard's white man manifesto. Shut up, follow the rules, and you'll be happy says the white guy, as we tend to do [my bad idk]. 

'gotta admit! love to fight club, but we only fight club outside... '

Palahniuk tunes Intersectional Feminism to young men lost in the dissonant notes of white male rage and mommy issues. As the reader wanders through the protaganist's self-harm adventure stealing the pain of others and discovering the highs of sleep-deprived mania, we meet Marla and Tyler.

See, Tyler is how the quiet, polite boy ignored by his mom, turns into the schizophrenic mass shooter. Tyler tells the protaganist about Caste Necropolitics patriarchy CAPITALISM$$$ "You see reader, us guy bros who like know about Ruby Ridge, can see past the bedtimes and sobriety the (m)asses are so fond of hehe.. like communism could just work if us genetically superior MEN(!!!) just destroyed everything! Then us group of guys undergoing psychosis cause we haven't slept in a bit, can solve the Jewish CAPITALISM$$$ question... OwO x3"

Like terrorism, but way cooler cause our Turner Diaries is the Communist Manifesto BAYBEE!

The book's appeal to me has evolved over the year's. I enjoy Palahniuk's embrace of psychosis and the "sad clown" ending of Tyler winning terrorism. A lot of people pretend they read the book, when they just watched the movie and probably didn't think about it much. In the book, when you don't sleep, self-harm (beat yourself up hehe [cause Fight Club]); you become abusive to the point of homicide. You know, the bad guy. Palahniuk is pretty literal, and meth psychosis is well-known in the seedier parts of the LGBTQ community. Ask around. The prose is very accurate, but not precise. Which I find the fear of failure mirrors poetically in Realistic Horror. The absurdity mirrors survivor's guilt. It'll grow with you.

Sucks for Bob though. RIP... hmmm... you ever think the guy with tits, no balls, and who spent the first two weeks in-utero as a female fetus like every human does might be a woman? Well I'm not going read his chromosomes or diary, so yeah.