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Bitch Bitch Bitch
August 05, 2003, 9:03 p.m. You know what this is like? This is like carrying a child for nine months, feeling it grow and kick and develop, planning its future and looking forward to times spent together, only to find that it’s stillborn when you give birth, with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. And the doctor tells you it’s probably better this way, as toward the end there hadn’t been much development or activity, suggesting it was going to grow up with some sort of handicap, and inside you’re screaming, no, fucking no, who cares if there wasn’t any development then, that doesn’t mean there wouldn’t be any in the future, that doesn’t mean that the child was better off dead. I have the biggest wanker in my Studies of Religion class. He’s so . . . argumentative. He can’t bear to just listen to the lecturer, he’s got this pre-conceived idea that he knows so much more than him because he’s younger, and the lecturer pretty much looks like a walking stereotype of a musty old professor from Oxford. Hello! This man has a PhD, he’s been studying the subject for over 20 years, if he wants to say Pythagoras used psychotherapeutic-type methods to influence the moods of his followers, then he’s probably right! Don’t give me your bloody, “No, that’s not right, that’s a religious method, the Sufis use music all the time to enhance their religious experiences . . .” Shut the fuck up! That method can be utilised in more than one tradition, be it religion or psychotherapy. Ugh! Okay, I’ve got nothing against people expressing opinions, by all means, it’s what we’re in a tutorial for, but I hate, hate, HATE people who are convinced they’re right, with no room for any objection. Especially people who obviously think they’re absolutely brilliant and so very open-minded – they couldn’t possibly be wrong.
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