rant - feel free to ignore

Just got through an almost painfully enraging class - working through an essay that argues for the freedom from the ethical imperative to act on knowledge. By reading lyric poems. Gah. Because the feelings of the poor woobie men who can't decide if the Other has a soul or not are obviously the most important thing ever, and we need to devote our lives to talking about them, and progressive scholarship is overly heroic and whatever.

I don't feel like I have freedom from that ethical imperative. I can't imagine wanting it. You're supposed to care about other people's pain and/or existence, fuckheads.

If I ever show signs of turning into that kind of literary critic - if I ever put aesthetic modernist masculinist concerns over work against oppression, over compassion and awareness that other people have feelings too - shoot me please?