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I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded a Communist 'cause I'm left-handed

Posted on 2009.15.09 at 13:11

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newleaf31
newleaf31 at 2009-09-15 19:31 (UTC) ()
I dated a guy about 9 years ago who based his entire world-view on Ayn Rand. It is diametrically opposed to every single thing I hold to be important and meaningful in the universe. I totally get the feeling that you should read it precisely for that reason -- know your enemies, after all -- but I can't bring myself to do it. I know that I would be taking a butcher knife to the book by page three. It would make me insane, because Rand is dead, which means that unless I start believing in the power of seances and stuff, I can't call her up and have a nice, rational fight with her about her foul and loathsome and repugnant philosophies... and then there could never be closure, and I would be that much closer to insanity, and the whole thing is just... ill-advised. *headshake*

The irony is, one of my least-favorite aspects of Rand is that she sees everything in black and white and leaves no room for shades of grey, whereas I am a dyed-in-the-wool (heh, metaphor) postmodernist who sees most everything in shades of grey. (See? I didn't even say "everything" -- I said "most everything.") But Rand is one of the exceptions to the rule: I can't help but see everything I know about her (which, I admit, is second-hand) in absolute terms. As in, "absolutely intolerable." So as much as I crave and long to embody the exception to her rules, she forces me into the position of exemplifying them. Existentially, it's just a dreadful position to be in.
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primroseburrows at 2009-09-15 23:27 (UTC) ()
It is diametrically opposed to every single thing I hold to be important and meaningful in the universe. I totally get the feeling that you should read it precisely for that reason -- know your enemies, after all -- but I can't bring myself to do it.

Yeah, that's why I want to read it. I figure hey, if I start to get too homicidal I'll just throw it across the room--I mean, gah. Books far more beloved have been (literally) hurled at my bedroom wall.



Edited at 2009-09-15 23:27 (UTC)
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