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I’d be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, or anything but that vain animal who is so proud of being rational.
Frankfurt is simply not a place where you can explore fascism and call it art. You may think that you are being cute and avant-garde, but we find you to be crypto without the currency to back it up.
This feminist omniscience about what is appropriate for individual women betrays a grandiose conceit that cares nothing for the well-being of women and everything for an ideology.
In coded language, clipped and hushed tones, when nobody is around, we talk about him.
A number of ritualistic components came together within this release, most notably, the exclusive use of human bones to produce the music, and the broader themes which inspired it.
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If self looks to self as sovereign authority, then it is she who makes decisions, not the never ending line of external entities looking to take on the mantle of decision-maker.
If you want censorship, it logically follows that you want a censor: someone who you are willing to privilege with deciding what you can and cannot see or hear.
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What of your precious Internet then, my prattling bloggites?
They could claw their way out, mind you, but it’s not air they’re after, it’s victimhood.