Women are wary of the literary establishment.

Receiving a grade based upon the extent to which you were able to stomach and occasionally even half-heartedly contribute to a semester of three-hour almost wholly masturbatory intellectual bunking and debunking sessions between socially inept men- covering, yes, even the subject of women's desires and experiences- is absolutely horrendous to most women. Absurdly horrendous enough to, at one point, induce unstoppable subversive laughter. Enough, in this woman's case, to leave for good.


Women find it incredibly ironic to read Middlemarch in such courses.

Women continue to roll their eyes at the theorizing of writing and at the writing of history.

UK sexism submitted by Heath!

I have heard about these candy bars. They are dumb. That is all. (Thanks, Heath!)

“If repetition is bound to persist as the mechanism of the cultural reproduction of identities, then the crucial question emerges:

What kind of subversive repetition might call into question the regulatory practice of identity itself?”

I guess I should have drawn a mustache on the green m&m. I'd rather just be able to eat m&m's in peace. (If you can't tell, in the background is a yellow, male m&m falling out of the tree along with his binoculars. She is his desire for her.)