deadken posted:

its groundless insistence on nazi germany and the ussr under stalin as dual manifestations of a singular phenomenon, its perverse pre-occupation with the figure of the individual totalitarian dictator, its nonsense about the desire of totalitarian parties to dominate the world (which entirely fails to note the pre-existing world domination achieved by the capitalist class), its whiny misrepresentation of deindividuation as being somehow intrinsically evil, its constant whiff of snivelling jewishness

lol, is it supposed to be antisemitism?

tpaine posted:

shermanstick posted:

does anyone got any good ethnographies or like pop anthropology type books i can read for fun this summer

yes

thanks asshole

This was one of my first experiences with okcupid, and it's really a wonder I'm still using the site all considered. It happened in 2010 in Lexington, Kentucky. The setting helps put bits of it into more context.

Sooo there was a guy on okcupid that messaged me. He was into kink. He was very open about being kinky. He says he's a dom and he asks me if I'd be interested in a D/s sort of deal while exploring a potential relationship and I'm like yeah okay.

So we're talking on AIM before we meet and we're talking about kinks and hard limits. He's into objectification (like literally treating people like furniture), nude servant work, humiliation, that sort of thing. And that's not really my thing but I also haven't tried it and I figure it can be a give-take deal if all goes well. So I ask him how much care he puts into making sure his subs enjoy themselves. And he goes "uh... why would I care?"

That was red flag 1, and I do kick myself for not calling it there.

But he asks for a completely normal lunch date to chat and such. So I agree. We have lunch. He's nice enough. Not unattractive. He bathes. Can hold a conversation about something other than sex and video games. After the date he invites me to his birthday party that weekend, says he's having a bunch of friends over and we can hang out and see what happens. And I agree, why not.

That weekend I head over to his place. First, I notice that "bunch of friends" means two people other than him and me. One is a very large woman who reveals she is a furry and who leaves pretty quickly. The other is a 6'5 thick-accented dude who says he is, no shit, a prison security guard. Everyone is already pretty much drunk by the time I get there at a whopping 7pm, the prison security guard on whiskey, and the dom guy on tequila. Turns out, a lot of tequila.

So there's a movie on and I sit down to watch with them and refuse any alcohol offered to me because there is no way I am hanging around these dudes as anything but stone cold sober. He starts feeling me up during the movie. This is Not Okay. I resign myself to repeatedly removing his hands from my boobs and count down the minutes until I can make a polite and plausible exit. I continue to not touch any alcohol. His friend is just sitting there the whole time, drinking whiskey and not talking while just. staring.

So eventually the dom guy goes in for a kiss. And the first and only thing I really notice is that he's drooling. A lot. If you're a career drinker, what's it mean when a really really drunk person is drooling a lot?

Answer: It's a pre-emetic response. It means they're about to vomit. Saliva production increases to protect the teeth.

So I push him off of me, like physically push him away, and tell him in my best mom voice to go to the bathroom and puke there. Shockingly, and only falling over twice, he obeys! And the longest few minutes of my life as I listen to him from the other room.

Those sounds.

Oh the sounds.

They stop eventually. And me and prison guard guy both get up and go take a look, because curiosity occasionally overrides good sense.

First thing: he's naked. Drunk people do this, hell I've done this when I'm drunk enough and sick, I have no idea why. You get enough liquor in you and all you want to do is rip your clothes off.

He's sitting on the toilet and to my best knowledge got precisely none of the vomit in the actual toilet because it was all over the rest of the bathroom. On everything. The walls. The floor. The counter. The bathtub. EVERYWHERE. And a little aside about me: I get rip roaring vomiting drunk on very very rare occasions but when I do I always vomit in appropriate places. I judge people for this.

Anyway, this is where this gets scary.

Security guard guy goes out to the living room. When I go out there, he's got a gun. He had a hidden holster beneath his jacket apparently, and he was taking it off and checking the gun. And when I go out he looks at me and he goes hey, you got two choices here, you can help my friend out or you can leave.

Fun fact: my mom was a bartender in biker bars for 20 years. And one of the things she told me is if you're ever faced with a man that has a gun, the answer to any and all of his questions or demands is yes. You always make the man with the gun happy.

So I go okay, I'll help your friend. He says why don't you shower him off while I clean the rest of the bathroom. So I dragged his friend's mostly-limp ass into the bathtub and rinsed him and it off. He could kind of stand, but he was pretty much gone. I cleaned the vomit out of his hair and off his junk, then I go to what I assumed was a linen closet in the bathroom to find a towel.

I open the door.

In the floor of that closet was a wire cage big enough for a crouching person to fit into.

I'm staring at it for I don't know how long because this is kind of a lot to take in at once.

The guy with a gun notices and informs me that his buddy likes to lock his girls up in there "when they've been bad."

oh is that all that's nice

So quickly, I finish washing off dom guy and drag him into bed. I start grabbing my shit to leave while I can, but gun guy comes out and looks at me up and down and my head is just white noise at this point because while the evening has been bad it has yet to get REALLY BAD and I'm imminently aware of how REALLY BAD it could be about to get.

Finally he says "hey I know what you want to do" (hahaha no you don't) "but my buddy really likes you so we can't" (OH WHAT SHOCK AND WOE GOODBYE NOW)

And I say yeah okay bye then and leave. And walk home the 2 miles in the middle of winter, in heels, and stop at the all-night diner for some fucking french toast.

So happy ending I guess.

Crow posted:

what book

heidegger explained: from phenomenon to thing by graham harman, i think dm or someone said it had a kinda skewed viewpoint but as heidegger himself points out such framings are not only inevitable but necessary

Impper posted:

deadken posted:

his lectures on kapital are actually a p useful starting point imo. i introduced a geographer friend to him and now he's basing a substantial part of his dissertation on him lol

starting point for what. also ur geography friend is like mad boring. shouldnt he already be talking about like striated spaces & shit, & the city, and other cool shit? now hes basing his dissertation on kapital? someone needs t obeat this guy up

no not kkkaptial but david harveys actual academic work which is indeed all about The Shitty City