11:31pm on December 12th, Lisa and Sarah are texting each other about their critical theory papers. All statements had to be under 160 characters. Lacan, Cixous, and Flannery O'Connor's Hulga make an appearance.
LB: Tomorrow's my birthday
SG: !!!Woot woot!:)
LB: Yeah except I'm verbally making love to a dead french guy and a chick with a wooden leg
SG: When this is done we will pretend that it is your birthday...it will be like a resurrection from your symbolic death!
LB: A birthday only has meaning because we projected meaning onto it. This is an ultimate exercise in me accepting literary theory into my life
SG: Look at you my little socially constructed female projection, growing up right before my very eyes and accepting your future within the symbolic
I love it.
ReplyDelete-Beth