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Are there any academic theory texts (feminist, postcolonial, or otherwise) that provide an ethical justification for the niqab/burqa? Pseudo-progressives and their media outlets (Buzzfeed, Huffington Post, etc.) seem to think it's racist and Islamophobic to criticize this cultural practice. To me, it seems condescending as fuck to not subject other cultures to the same intellectual scrutiny as your own. The same people who will crucify you for criticizing the burqa will retweet articles about "mansplaining". The double standard is absurd verging on comedy. Furthermore, the burqa is a flagrant symbol of patriarchal oppression. If you are sincerely passionate about gender equality, you can't just throw middle eastern women under the bus to avoid stepping on someone's toes. There's got to be something I'm missing here, right? What exactly is the moral argument supporting this?
(If you are going to say "It's her choice" or something else implying that an authentic choice is being made, don't bother posting in this thread.)
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Jerusalem by Alan Moore. I am struggling with this book -- not in the sense that it is difficult for me to read but that I am constantly torn between loving it and thinking it's a waste of time. Sometimes it is so meandering but then I will get to a part that is amazing and motivates me to keep going, but then it gets boring again. The book is so long, and requires so much effort. Is it worth it, guys? I've recently gotten into Updike and noir/crime authors like Hammett, Chandler, Block, etc and have been blowing through those sorts of novels, but I always return to Jerusalem. Huge Alan Moore fan by the way but this is beyond the pale.
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Did language stultify humankind's ability to experience empathy? I feel like before the invention of language and literature the first humans understood each other better, through the wrinkles of the face, glare in the eyes, softness of a touch, on entirely unthinkable levels. And then came along the Word, and it was too convenient to refuse, and the sublime of physical, real, was forever abandoned.