Old stamping ground
Back when I was a wild under-and-post-graduate student, I occasionally wrote graffiti on toilet doors. Once, I even responded to a declaration inscribed on a thoroughfare to a major Sydney university. It said:
One man’s power can not destroy another’s destiny.
I suggested
But a woman’s might.
And drew a flower beside it. Poetic, no? My comment was on the sexism of the language rather than the content. But those two things are, as all good discourse analysts know, intricately connected.
Upon returning to the hallowed halls of academia, I discovered that a comment remains from that scrawling era.
sack
howard
An elegant argument, left justified, in the corner cubicle. It sparked, surprisingly, a flurry of comment. Those were the days.
