Four-year-old Butter loves to sit on my lap and pretend to read books. Any books. His favorite are texts he’s already memorize (I’m looking at you, Frog and Toad), but he’ll fake read anything he can get his hands on.
Tonight, he opened a text on embodiment and ethics that I’m zipping through in case it helps my paper for this week’s conference, and ran his finger along this line:
“Or, as Judith Butler suggests, partly following Foucault, gender is that embodied entity constituted through a ‘stylised repetition of acts’ the significance of which is social rather than natural” (Butler 1990: 140).
And he read it thusly: “Once upon a time, there was a little girl. And the girl…The End.”
So, clearly: full ride to Rutgers’ Women’s Studies Department.
OMG, Judith butler, that takes me back to graduate school! I love it!
Yup. My sons won’t be concerned with egalitarian feminism. They’re gonna be Butler-Foucaultian all the way. ;-)
My thoughts are with you a lot these days, hoping there is glitter and calm and hugs and hope in your days. I came across this today and thought of you: http://the-toast.net/2014/05/29/talk-babies/. xoxo
Missing you keenly, Macondo.
“don’t you dare bring a post-structuralist into this house…”
This encourages me that critical work isn’t as hard to read as I thought it was.
Ha! I like four-year-olds’ synopses better than the original texts, though…