Please Don’t Ask: Loving the Trivial
At the reception for the 2013 Gender Matters Conference, my colleague scanned the room as I warm-heartedly ridiculed the only question we were asked about our paper. I had imbibed some free wine and my inhibitions were dampened. In retrospect, I hope that sweet little man did not hear me or was not offended. Asking questions is often an odd and tedious ritual that I find myself unable to do.
I rarely have questions. I rarely try to be persuasive because the truth is inconsequential to me. I am only interested in possibilities. I only want to hold some small aspect of the human experience before it collapses into oblivion.
A tender attention to small things may be our last defense before we are lost to the excess of the industry of academic thought.