Monday, October 03, 2005

A sociology major will never maketh me

I'm in a tango (or should I say tangle) with my three loving men; fathers of sociological theory they are.

Yes, they are loving the contorted look on my face when I try to fathom their convoluted theories and repetitive english.

Marx is one sick man; poor Jun. And Weber is worse; my sympathies are with Siow Boon and Jieyi, who had to make notes of the sicksick man's writings. He was probably some sado-masochist who loved classifying authority and dominion. I can just imagine why he had to have an affair; his poor wife probably couldn't take his love for chains and whips.

Please let me get through this week unscathed. Pretty pretty please.


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