Cutting-edge research shows that women are just not as sex-obsessed as men, so they are inferior to men as bloggers. Don't expect much in the way of applicants.
Careful, you're going to tempt baa with the old-fashioned notions about sexuality / Harvard two-fer.
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I love you, "Lawrence Summers."
As opposed to Lawrence Summers, who I despise.
A formal merger between Unfogged and Bitch PhD seems all but inevitable.
The problem with the bitch is she wouldn't be faithful. You know she'd start popping up at Crooked Timber, and then she'd be guest blogging for Yglesias. And then the tragedy of the spurned ogged would begin.
this line of conversation is fascinating, as my other blog (first- it's sad that I have to describe something as my "other" blog; second- MemeFirst) has recently gone through a same single-sex soul searching, and as a result we have a BWO joining us in the next couple of weeks. While I'm cool with that, I still haven't seen a rigorous defense of how this isn't tokenism. I mean if we're crass when we have women reading, how is having women posting as well going to change the tone of our posting?
Also, given the advancements in artificial insemination and sperm/ovary banks we've had in the past decades, does "blogger with ovaries" necessarily imply the blogger's a woman?
I believe the phrase is "like a fish needs a bicycle."
baa - Is that the answer to the question, "why would bitch want to be associated with unfogged?"
Does the BWO actually need to have the ovaries in, you know, his or her body?
Maybe you could find a Swedish philosophy student to join the blog. Or would that seem like asking for a date?
Do they have blogs over there?
I suspect that BPhd + Unfogged is akin to merging two really well-functioning companies on the basis of a fairly slender reed of justification. It has everything to do with image or ego, and, in general, is a recipe for disaster. Instead, Unfogged should find someone unknown - surely, for example, there are more Belle Warings out there (who only need the sun that is ogged to flower more spectaculalrly, etc.). Or find some real world person to join. But it should be someone who doesn't already have a well-established blogging presence like BPhD (or PG, for that matter - no desire to hurt feelings here, either).
aj, ogged claims the grad student is too "earnest". Though given ogged's intense and public weird contortions to avoid even the appearance of e-hurting someone's feelings unintentionally, some simple, unreflective earnestness might not be a bad thing.
Also, ogged, so you feel that you've left no stone unturned. In my limited experience, two of the funniest women writing blogs are flea at One Good Thing and Dooce. But, honestly, they're out of your league. Not that you're in bpd's league, but she actually reads unfogged.
What about the ex? I'm sure that would be a perspective we'd all enjoy.
Damn, I need to get a real job. Bye.
You know for $5 and a week's wait you could ask metafilter. There are plenty of BWOn over there.
Frankly, I'd find the end of Bitch PhD's weekly outing of the phrase "frat-house" a distressing jolt to my internal calendar.
I think one of the guys at the Great Unfogged Real Life Gathering suggested recruiting bphd, and I said something about "loose cannon." The Grad Student is out because, as you might recall, she never even answered by g*dd*m email, despite the fact that I'm sure she wants me. And you might have noticed that I've never been able to get the ex to even comment here, let alone post. Ex-before-last would also be great, but when she calls me with a comment and I suggest that she could have, you know, posted it, she says something about "having to fill in all those little boxes."
Does the BWO actually need to have the ovaries in, you know, his or her body?
The Dahmer question.
So we've established the following:
1. Bitch PhD is not even in the running. She does not meet your needs.
2. The wording of the initial request admits of the possibility of bringing on either a woman or a depraved serial murderer.
A way to get your foot in the proverbial door -- host some kind of virtual conference, along the lines of The Weblog's St. Paul Week, where guest posters are invited. Depending on the topic, you could probably drum up at least one female participant. Act as though you're stunned at the quality of her post and ask her to join on a more permanent basis.
I'd like to see ogged posting under a female identity from time to time, as if he were a woman.Because after all, on the internet no one knows you're a dog ... or an ogged. And whose to say that IRL ogged doesn't have ovaries. Think about it. I mean, he (she?) wears eye-shades to bed and all ...
I admire your skepticism, but you forget that Kotsko and w-lfs-n have met the IRL me, and while I might be faking their comments too, no, really, do you think I could fake being w-lfs-n?
I'm not bucking for a job here at Ogged (unless, of course, you're actually willing to pay cash money), but I have to know:
1. Loose cannon? Meaning what?
2. Ogged, are you a control freak, or what?
b, why do you keep trying to ascribe pathologies to me?
Loose cannon: it wouldn't take but one should I have sex for money? post for this to become "the blog with that prostitute professor."
I dunno, it gives me something to do.
I didn't ask anyone's opinion, merely said I was thinking about it, btw.
But more importantly, do you think you could post as a woman, ogged? Huh?
Hmmm. Then you would have to want yourself to want to date you although you wouldn't be interested. Complicated.
What would I have to do differently to be a credible woman?
"Let's forget our troubles in a big bowl of strawberry ice cream."
--Am I in?
You'd have to be a lot more comfortable with being called a slut.
It sounds like you can't think of any bloggers with ovaries to blog with you (though I'm sure you would say that some of your best friends are ovaries).
Why not get a Body Without Organs?
"The absence of organs means the lack of organization, or the fact that the BwO is not broken down into parts distinct from each other. It remains a body, though, even if it only ever presents itself as an attractor or repeller, a surface to slip over or bounce off of. For no sooner does a flow return to the BwO, then it is reconstituted as part of another flow, distinguishing itself from its surroundings. Nothing lives in the BwO, only over its surface. Since it allows no distinctions, no identity, it is effectively sterile, a degree zero; the complete freedom of the BwO is also the undifferentiated of death."
You know, at some point in a past life, I actually read (some of ) A Thousand Plateaus. Never got into the "body without organs" stuff though: bodies have organs.
I'm glad of the newer trend toward focussing on Deleuze's non-Deleuze&Guattari work. Not that I've read much of any of it -- never managed to get past about page 30 of Anti-Oedipus. I've heard 1000 Plateaus is better in most ways, but this whole grad school/pathological laziness thing is making it difficult to squeeze in 600 page impressionistic works on the political economy of desire.
In any case, a frank discussion of prostitution on a prestigious blog would help to bring a taboo subject out into the open.
Adam, that would be my argument--but Ogged isn't entirely comfortable around slutty girls.
In any case, a frank discussion of prostitution on a prestigious blog would help to bring a taboo subject out into the open.
Prestigious blogs. Any of those around here?
Amardeep, is this what you mean by a body without organs?
There was a red-haired man who had no eyes or ears. Neither did he have any hair, so he was called red-haired theoretically.
He couldn't speak, since he didn't have a mouth. Neither did he have a nose.
He didn't even have any arms or legs. He had no stomach and he had no back and he had no spine and he had no innards whatsoever. He had nothing at all! Therefore there's no knowing whom we are even talking about.
In fact it's better that we don't say any more about him.
(From Daniil Kharms)
I admire your skepticism, but you forget that Kotsko and w-lfs-n have met the IRL me, and while I might be faking their comments too, no, really, do you think I could fake being w-lfs-n?
We've met two people claiming to be unf and ogged. I'm willing to entertain the thesis that ogged is a woman, and that she sent a well-studied impostor to Chicago.
Sheesh, we're all over the place.
Think of a bladeless axe without a handle.
And when did 'slut' become a bad thing?
I am totally lost.
Never got into the "body without organs" stuff though: bodies have organs.
"Bodies without Organs" has always been something of a poetic misnomer, a phrase borrowed from Artrand (not sure of that spelling). More accurately, Deleuze and Guattari mean a body that is not organism. "Organ" as a signifier does not refer in a limited sense to our biological parts, but to an abstract machine which acts as something of a gateway, a selector (on/off) along a path of flow. Arranging organs thus arranges paths of flows, and, as you add these together, a certain pattern or shape appears. And this becomes the organism; a body with a fairly stable pattern of flows and organs. The BwO is different. In Anti-Oedipus, the BwO is catatonic, because it is completely de-organ-ized; flows pass through freely, with no stopping, and no directing. The BwO is non-productive, but anything can be produced on it.
A Thousand Plateaus differentiates between three kinds of BwO's: cancerous, empty, and full. Roughly, the empty BwO is the BwO of Anti-Oedipus. The full is the healthy Bwo; it is productive, but not petrified in it's organ-ization. The cancerous is caught in a pattern of endless reproduction of the self-same pattern.
Amardeep:
I dont know if that is really your real name... but even if it is... you (as Amardeep) serve a certain function to this blog... and that makes you (as Amardeep on this blog) a Body without Organs. Face it, you dont have your organs with you on this blog, now do you?