old, dead, white, dudes
oh—the things you write when you’re tired, bitter, exhausted, hungry, and stressed out:
For many years I had a hard and fast rule that governed a fair amount of my education: I have nothing to learn from the writings of old, dead, white dudes. Of course, I think that’s the only appropriate way to adequately preface what has become a philosophical thesis on the discursive practices that scaffold pedagogical projects.
*sleeps for 8 hours*