My response to Charles Warnke’s blog post “You Should Date An Illiterate Girl”
Find it here.
You are absolutely brilliant. That is all.
Well no, there’s more:
I love how you can slather on the satire so thickly I almost can’t tell if you’re being serious or not. I love how you genuinely capture the malcontent nature of so many girls who read (who really read—not just mediocre literotica). But it’s really a curse, you know? The tragic irony in your piece is that it really is better to date and marry a girl who doesn’t grasp all the contingencies of relationships, the hidden nuances of meaning. Those are the girls who will never be content; who will read Heidegger and Derrida in graduate school and feel like the ground they stand on crumbles before them. At the risk (or certainty) of sounding like a pompous douche, simple girls might just be a healthier way to go through life—for the uninitiated, for the complacent. Who wouldn’t want the narcotic effect of having a girl who fulfills all the socially imposed expectations of her gender?
But what happens to the other girls—those troublesome readers? Do they end up playing their part, or breaking someone’s heart?
What if men changed the ingrained logic of possession into a momentary embrace? They could let them go as they pleased, only to return when and if ready. Again, at the risk of sounding like a feminist hack, that just wouldn’t do for the patriarchal institutions of marriage and child rearing.
This took an entirely different turn than I intended… but anyway, thanks for writing and please do keep it up! If you happen to have answers to any of my neurotic musings, do share.