Author: T

Ways Of Seeing

A woman is always accompanied, except when quite alone, and perhaps even then, by her own image of herself. While she is walking across a room or weeping at the death of her father, she cannot avoid envisioning herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she is taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. She has to survey everything she is and everything she does, because how she appears to others – and particularly how she appears to men – is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. And now you...

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After The Car

Science fiction author and essayist Arthur C. Clarke once wrote that civilisation could not survive for ten minutes without the car. Although the car could be improved, it was unlikely to be replaced by anything fundamentally different. Clarke wrote that the world had moved on wheels for 6,000 years, with an unbroken sequence from the ox cart to the Rolls-Royce and Mercedes-Benz. He went on to wonder whether there is anyone still alive who can remember when the situation was otherwise, as the automobile has become so much part of the social world. According to Clarke, the car is...

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The Handmaid’s Tale

All those women having jobs: hard to imagine, now, but thousands of them had jobs, millions. It was considered the normal thing. Now it’s like remembering the paper money, when they still had that. My mother kept some of it, pasted into her scrapbook along with the early photos. It was obsolete by then, you couldn’t buy anything with it. Pieces of paper, thickish, greasy to the touch, green-colored, with pictures on each side, some old man in a wig and on the other side a pyramid with an eye above it. It said In God We Trust. My...

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The Descent Of Man

Men, sit down for your rights! One aspect of a more pluralistic masculinity that old-school men might struggle with is choice. Old-school masculinity often seems to offer none. As a guide, I would like to try to offer a few pointers. It is possible to write the goals of feminism on a postcard. I have struggled to fit a future manifesto for men in the same space, but here goes: Men’s rights The right to be vulnerable The right to be weak The right to be wrong The right to be intuitive The right not to know The right...

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Homesick For Another World

“Dear Principal Kishka,” I wrote. “Thank you for letting me teach at your school. Please throw away the sleeping bag in the cardboard box in the back of my classroom. I have to resign for personal reasons. Just so you know, I’ve been fudging the state exams. Thanks again. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” There was a church attached to the back of the school — a cathedral with great big mosaics of people holding up a finger as though to say, Be quiet. I thought I’d go in there and leave my letter of resignation with one...

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