This semester I am taking a Feminist Philosophy class. Now, I guess I
should of read the description, not that it matters, but I guess I just
assumed its content.
I was overly excited to finally take a class on feminist philosophers.
Meaning the study of philosophy via a feminist lens. Like the collective
works of Hypatia of Alexandria and Ayn Rand. I didn’t really read the
fine-print the (philosophy verses philosophers) part of the title.
However, I am very delighted with the surprise. The readings of
proto-utilitarianism ideals, mixed with gender equality getting their
foundation in the 1700’s is quite cool to see unfold throughout time.
Also, this is the first class that I am actually connecting with and
feel comfortable interacting. In the typical class I am the large bear
squeezed into a desk/chair, A Chesk, if you will, usually twenty years
older than the other students. While in this class I am still over
twenty years older than my classmates, they actually have smart, and
witty opinions to share. The tiny gay boy, eighteen years old, that
sits next to me has his own YouTube channel dedicated to make-up and
making one’s own gender neutral clothing. He literally says literally
every-other word, but he’s engaging and asks incredible questions.
Another reason why this class is great is that it’s held in the
Philosophy Department’s conference room. No chesks, just a long table
with sixteen open, and interested individuals. The only hiccup is Clara.
Clara is the self-appointed political correctness thought police. She
attempts to remind us that trans individuals need to have open
gender-role labels. When turning this to me, it was followed by me
explaining that the dude I was referencing at the time had
self-disclosed male pronouns, and his own trans experience did not need
to be defended. Clara admittedly doesn’t know any trans individuals, but
wants to make sure we get the pronouns right. Good for her.
All-in-all I am happy for this class. It makes me want to change my
major, again, to gender studies. Then I’ll be able to say that I am
thirty years older than my classmates as I will never actually graduate.