A Derisory Self-Analysis

So I’ve been reading the Boogiepop light novels as of late and it’s got me thinking about self-hatred, narcissism and radical alterity. There was a time I wanted to be a counsellor, because I thought being exceedingly depressed was a good foundation for connecting with others. I don’t think I could do that now, simply because it disgusts me too much … More A Derisory Self-Analysis

The Theft of Feminism, or, Undoing a Hauntology of Privilege

Socialism without feminism is barbarism, the same cybernetic hierarchy of wretched Stalinist bullshit, leftist recuperation of capitalist infrastructure. Patriarchy, death knell of intersectionality, the ability to see beyond the fucking labour market, closed circuit of exchange and production … More The Theft of Feminism, or, Undoing a Hauntology of Privilege

Kill Yourself

Barbiturate is one of the few drugs capable of killing you painlessly, so of course the state has banned it. Instead we get paracetamol, a shitty over-the-counter painkiller that leaves you in pain for up to five days while your liver and kidneys shut down. Suicide prevention is a fucking joke. Secular appropriations of Christian … More Kill Yourself

The Ethics of Ridicule

Colonialism never died. A strange claim, surely, for the bloody imperialism of Britain receded into the historical imaginary decades ago; but a crueller colonialism lives on in the gaze of its citizens; a colonial gaze that dominates and subjugates, through the perpetual orientalisation of the other. Edward Said most famously defined orientalism as the fictitious … More The Ethics of Ridicule