This is one of the many
hilarious opinions I encountered when
chance put me in a
waiting room with this
book somebody had left behind...a book on
radical feminism. I don't remember who
wrote this sucker, but it was
excellent--some of the
wildest fiction I have EVER read! Among the
tasty,
tautological, and
totally trippin' tidbits I found in the book were Newton's
surprising underhanded intentions to use his
Principia Mathematica for evil purposes: Apparently,
mathematicians are highly
excitable people, and Newton, in giving them all that
hot,
fleshy math, was actually getting them all geared up to go
rape some
innocent interns. Not only THAT, but
Beethoven wasn't about
passion or
art--it was all about
rape! What we so
blindly misinterpreted as
lust for life in the famous
Ode to Joy is actually a
whole fourteen minute song about getting off. Er...oh, and somewhere in there she makes that a
bad thing, but I don't remember exactly how. See, Beethoven (and all the other
male classical musicians who we somehow know so much about), when he wasn't
busy writing those
measly symphonies about his dick, was busy arranging the whole
political scene of Austria so that no
woman composer, no matter how talented, would ever become famous. And, as this woman (I think her
first name was Susan or something...) points out, he
obviously succeeded, because
obviously all women composers were far superior to
Beethoven and his
pithy peers.
I wish I could remember her name...I would write her a
letter, offering to take up the cause on the other side. I could
bring to light all those awesome
male seamstresses and
singers and
clothes designers and
whores that we've missed out on all this time.
Oh, and those of you with a
classical music fetish will find this funny: This woman actually
approved of
Ravel's
Bolero. Wah-ha-ha-ha-ha!