Readers may be aware of "the gaze" – that theoretical construct describing, fundamentally, how we internalize various forms of surveillance, be they patriarchal or otherwise. Feminism has the best version of this idea, after Simone de Beauvoir, after Sartre, after Hegel. (Baisé Foucault.)But what about the refusal to look? The refusal to return the gaze? The refusal to satisfy another’s social narcissism, his own idealized, social self-image of how he wishes to be seen? "LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO!," in the memorable words of Stewart the Man Child.
These are all pressing questions, especially because I’ve been recently irritated with this one guy: he wheels around downtown on one of those goddamned SEGWAY gyroscope dollies, the only local moron to do so.
Get on a SEGWAY, and I refuse to look at your stupid skinny ass riding that thing. You are dead to me, because you ride a giant dick stick with balls for wheels.
"Oh, but he's a really nice guy, and sweet, too."
FUCK NICE BECAUSE NICE CAN'T FUCK
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i just road a segway, with atv wheels, on a three-hour tour through the woods around here. it was cool, even though the group of us looked like assholes. i refused to return the gaze of the bustling squirrels and azalea bushes that cast their hideous scorn upon me.
thanks asshole; as the segway driver you're talking about, let me ask you this: why do you wear a sock hat to work in your yard when it's 100 degrees out? even the tshirt tied around your head makes more sense. didn't you recently receive a fetching coolie hat for your birthday? why don't you wear that instead?
what you're really afraid of is...
THE FUTURE!
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