Indeed, I do not like grand narratives when they request that you subject yourself to them. There is a Christian grand narrative. “Let God work through you” = do our bidding. There is a Marxist one. “Let the forces of history work through you” = you will get pie in the sky when you die. Post structuralism is also a grand narrative, and so was Reeducation. Both of these claimed to know that one thought one was the center of the universe, and to imagine that one’s language meant only what one thought it meant. This seems to be a general characteristic of authoritarian discourses.
News: This morning snow coated everything. I have only seen that once before in Louisiana. I thought it looked the nicest on the roofs and the cars. It looked fantastic on my deck, my evergreens, my bare trees, and my banana palms.
Reminder: I am still dissociative. It is not absent mindedness. I will not improve by doing memory exercises but by avoiding, or better recognizing, triggers. All of this is related to allowing and to internalizing abuse. In Reeducation doing this was called “being open minded.” We kept having to get more and more open minded, and relinquishing more and more judgment.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
Yes. And well and clearly put. Still, I’m more on the critical theory side of things than the deconstructionist, because I studied the Germans, not the French. Actually, I’m kind of an ignoramus about deconstruction. It seems to me more like a tool than anything. An early example would be “images of women” studies. Am I making sense? Probably not. Gee, I really DON’T know what I’m talking about!
Snow in Louisiana! That’s amazing. I remember how excited we used to get on the rare occasions when in snowed in San Francisco.
I like critical theory a lot better too. Deconstruction is a tool and can be a good one.
Poststructuralism was essentially my graduate education. I reacted poorly because it seemed to me we were supposed to ignore facts (facts were suspect – they might be ideological artifacts, so they should be evaded). Never having thought language to be a stable thing I did not understand why we were supposed to admit we had thought this and now recant … never having thought the self to be imperial I did not understand why one should decenter one’s subjectivity, already on the margins, even more.
These were very unsophisticated reactions and not academic ones but I articulated them in academic terms, too, back then. I could do it in a more sophisticated way now, I suppose, if I put my mind to it!
SNOW! Oh how neat. We’ve only had one snow up here so far this year and it was just the teeniest coating, not enough to play in.
It snowed in Louisiana when I was a few months old, and then again when I was four, and then again when I was seven. The first time of course I don’t remember, but my father made a snow woman (complete with breasts) and took pictures of it.
The second time, it was a proper snowstorm which left several inches on the ground and the world came to a standstill. My entire neighborhood came together with almost everyone on the street, adults and children alike, coming outside to play in the snow, to make snowmen and snow angels and have snowball fights. I was not sure what one is supposed to do with snow but I had been to the beach, so I tried to make a snow castle, which amused my parents greatly. My dad went into his workroom and made a small wooden sled out of plywood (with wooden runners, so it didn’t slide very well, but it was fine since I was four) and he and the neighbors took turns pulling me on the sled up and down the street.
When I was seven the kids whose parents kept them home from school due to the weather forecast got to play in the snow for a little while, but those of us who had to go to school did not, because it was inside recess, and the snow had all melted by the time we got home.
I concluded from these events that it would snow in Louisiana every three years, but I did not see snow on the ground again in all the rest of the years I lived there.
So one of these was the famous freeze of 1989?