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“Even the Catholics know that they can’t all be popes”

An interview with the ghost of Karl Marx in Prospect Magazine:

Karl Marx: All this I analysed. All this I deconstructed (yes, I keep up with modern charlatans). The result: the first theory of fascism. So don’t tell me I have ever been under any illusion about the people. I know how to look at the harshest reality with equanimity. I realised we had lost, as your socialist friends have now. And I plucked up my courage and went to work. I spent my days in the British Museum reading room, solitary and proud, my soul devoured with rage, my arse festered with carbuncles, but my mind doing its duty, the duty of intellectuals: face reality.

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Interviewer: And feminism?
Karl Marx: I did write that great social changes are impossible without the feminine ferment. But there is far to go. The majority of workers in the world are now women, but the vast majority of feminists are not workers. What many western feminists want is to share power with western man. And why not? Who would want to be some schmuck’s hausfrau? But this makes no difference to the feminine army of labour. [More...]

(via Arts & Letter Daily)

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition…

I went to a party the other night, Pats, and I thought I looked so gorgeous, so cool, darling, and I just flirted and was loud and cool all night, darling, yeah, I was Kathleen Turner and Marisa Berenson. I came home, I looked in the mirror, …and …I was entirely annihilated. My hair had sort of gone flat and parted itself in the middle and had a bit of food here [she points to side of her head], …don’t know how I got it…. No lipstick, …eyes like pinholes… I looked like a two-hundred year old, Red Indian, dead, duh-warf. Eddy, in AbFab’s Birthday episode (Take this test, btw; I’m Patsy — big surprise, heh….)

I can totally relate to Patsy’s best friend Eddy though…
I put a mirror near my desk in the kitchen where we do all of our school work, desk work, ya-da-ya-da-ya-da, that stuff. Look up sometime when you’re thinking hard. Yegods! I thought Hallowe’en was over!! Eyes like pinholes, 200 year old dead what’s-it, yup, that’s about right. That’s me. How in hell did I get this old? I thought all those substances were supposed to kill me years ago…!
PS: I’m older than Birthday, so it’s even worse….