i doubt anyone else is trying to watch 40 minute b & w interviews of Simone De Beauvoir but as i’m on a sort of book hiatus til it gets warm/dry enough to skate to the library or someone loans me something interesting i’ve been watching videos of people i used to read.
if you do watch it, some things may seem trite in regards to women being capable of works of art or vocation that a man could perform. granted, they hardly ever do but i think most of us can agree they have the same ‘possibility’ as Simone put it.
i’ve always dug on the idea of collaborating w/ a girlfriend on zines or whatever but it never works out. i’m agnostic towards it but most girls i meet don’t seem to do too much. then again, that could be due to my white trashness, something i never realized when i was younger, idealistic-er and more demanding.
back then i don’t think they had birth control or abortion so it kinda was some recent dark ages.
i always had a curiosity about her as Sartre’s less prolific [but super supportive] lifetime girlfriend. they had an open relationship which i don’t think i’m openminded enough for but more power to anyone who wants to do that. so, you wouldn’t be mad if i try to bang your girl, right?
i read some philistine cunt say that in the end Simone was Sartre’s fool for that but i’m sure it was a lot easier for her to have sidebar relationships, being a woman and all. i read some women’s psychology a while back that said marriage was rooted in ‘anal retentiveness, ownership and patriarchy’ so maybe Simone won in the deal? who knows?
i like her disappointment in American intellectuals [for their jingoism] and women ‘i expected liberation but it was mostly in their styles of dress’. or how instead of wanting independence they were ‘husband shopping’. pretty funny and true today to some extent.
i spose it could be easy to hate her and Sartre, coming from riches and advocating violent revolutions but i can’t. partially cause they’re French, partially cause they seem so sincere and also, Jean-Paul was a POW in WW2. i like in his novels the socialist in the jail would redistribute everyone’s cigarettes so they had an even amount. there’s a difference between deepthinking bourgie radicals and american bottled water drinking complainers.
this was before the age of tv, nonetheless the internet so they could deal w/ privation. i’m not sure what a good class equivalent would be but well off was harder back then. Simone could’ve been Paris Hilton based on birth but i think the French are better than that.
not through any good experience, just based off Camus, Genet and such. i mean, their burglars are great authors [who Sartre got off a 3 strikes life sentence].
it’s kind of interesting how the problems she talked about are still relevant [not a resource shortage but a distribution problem] and apparently the Cold War was sort of a real thing. i feel like it was a pro wrestling style propaganda, same way i feel about the war on terror nowadays.
i realize people die but i feel like there’s no real threat and it’s just something to concern people w/. but Simone didn’t like american capitalism or the USSR’s harsh totalitarianism. i think they wanted a special ‘French socialism’ which i think every country deserves. damn you Hitler for giving national socialism a bad name! every country should look out for it’s own. maybe the fact that we don’t is why so many of us don’t identify strongly as americans. i mean, most of my friends are americans but so are most of the people i don’t like. i don’t feel too much kinship w/ anyone except who i skate w/ and whoever has given me a dollar on the offramp or picked me up hitching.
i can relate to her rooting for the VC when the French [and later US] invaded. it is my belief that the home team is always the ‘good guy’ in war. the invaders play ‘the heel’. i’ve got friends who’ve joined different military branches and i hope they’re safe but i hope the people getting attacked are safe too.
in this book i’m halfassed reading it goes ‘in France you are French, regardless if you work. in America you are judged based on your occupation.’ so maybe as someone who has successfully avoided work and has a different value system i just don’t feel so much a part of stuff.
kinda surreal how those ‘cheese eating surrender monkeys’ were still a colonial power then. do they still own 3rd world colonies? if Haiti came outta my dick i’d leave that ghetto bastard too.
i’ve regrettably drunk broad swaths through my brain so the only memories i have of her actual book or 2 i read [as an ancillary of my Sartre kick] had the protagonist all bummed that her open relationship boyfriend was out carousing w/ his mistress. this one line has stuck w/ me for like a decade ‘i found myself experiencing a sensation for the first time. that of being oppressed by another person’s happiness.’
even if i took it out of context, i’ve kept it mind, using my happiness to oppress others whenever possible.