So I’m sitting in the library typing up feedback for my senior seminar classmates’ presentations of their research projects and I can’t help but notice how incredibly theoretical some of these projects are. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Many of these projects are brilliant grad school level work and my classmates have worked hard.
I just find myself thinking about academia and pompousness. Like what’s the point of our work in women’s studies if the shit we write is so esoteric?
I think of my graduation in a month and I think of everything I’ve learned these last four years. I’ve learned about privilege and the intersection of multiple forms of oppression and I feel I now have a better understanding of why my lived experience differs so much from other people’s. I love reading feminist, anti-racist, anti-capitalist, anti-heteronormative work that challenges me and makes me think, “Holy shit! I never would have thought of that!” (because of privilege).
And I think of the people whose lives concretely show how fucked up these systems of power are. And I think of activism and resistance and how existence and survival are already political work.
I don’t understand the point of theory with no practice and the lack of greater concern for the people who experience the realities of these abstract theories.