I wish I could post the whole 16-page "essay" here but don't want to get Free Republic in trouble with the snobby, elite academic crowd hosting the content at the link given below.
If you are in the mood for some comic relief, you can view the essay in PDF form here.
That’s hilarious...but sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Like Lewis Grizzard said, Delta is ready when you are.
I lime being called “honey.” What’s wrong with people?
Why we should care nothing about what this guy thinks... About:I am trained as a rhetorician, but my CV will demonstrate that I have a variety of research interests. I am mainly interested in how we make sense of the world and construct identity and relationships rhetorically. My focus is split between media/technology studies and rhetorical constructions of the body. I am currently working on two book projects: one titled “Sex, Language, and Control” and the other “Desiring Bodies,” which extends the work of my first book, “Naked Politics.”
Educated well beyond his level of intelligence. My first thought;
“Well, bless your heart.”
Immediately filed this in my give-a-f* folder.
Bless his little heart. He is not too smart about the southern way of life.
A person can get trampled to death there when they bring out a fresh pan of bacon for the buffet.
mucho text over-lap in the link.
I’m taking this one home to my wife to show her what I mean by “New England Elitist”
and simply why Mitt Romney should never again be considered for the presidency.
He would prefer being screamed at by the Soup Nazi, I suppose? Maybe we southerners should call all Yankees A-holes, make’em feel more at home.
He’d better not go to Baltimore - his lil’ brain would explode. Everybody is “hon” and it don’t mean nothing.
Does this dude have too much time on his hands?
Is he over-analyzing how waitresses talk to customers?
Is he thinking these waitresses are trying to control him, control their customers, with how they talk to men???
I read through this, but seems to be a lot of mumbo-jumbo.
I would much rather deal with a waitress calling me some term of endearment, rather than some hired help at some places who snarl and grunt at you.
If it helps him understand, just substitute “dumb*ss” for “honey” and he’ll get to a level he can comprehend.
That was hilarious! Yankees and Left-coasters should stay out of the South. We’ve got some strange ways down here.
Cali urban trash.
When I call the author a “dumbf**k” I am engaging in a rhetorical discourse that acts as interprellation in that I am establishing a role for both him and me in our exchange, I, as the one who recognizes a dumbf**k and he as the dumbf**k.
At first, I wondered if this was a joke. My husband insisted it was, but NO - I recognize some bits of the rhetoric from my English Lit classes. “Analyze, dissect, destroy’ — the poor academics, so lost in their big words, so clueless about Reality. Pathetic indeed.
It can be a little disconcerting. It was about 10 years ago in Tucson when the waitresses added “honey” and “sweetie” to their lexicon, I found it a bit odd at first. Not 16 pages worth of odd though. Maybe 4 sentences worth.
At first I thought that this was some kind of satire. Nobody but an educated fool could take being called honey this seriously.