Well, call me Captain Obvious, but it never really ocurred to me just how profoundly who we are is informed by the time and place in which we live.
So, yes, I am reviewing existentialism. And that did get me thinking about the moments that defined my life. A "who am I, anyway?" review, if you will. And then I realized that all of those defining moments have a very clear east coast and 70's - present-day stamp on them. Even personal tragedies are linked to the time in which they happened. (And I didn't even get a picture with JFK, though I did meet his son once. Nice guy.) Then I thought about my ancestors from the generations I know enough about, and they have the same deal.
I have no authentic self! And, that lack is apparently a genetic flaw!
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You have an authentic self. It just has a funny accent.
Says you, dwarf vader. Says you.
I discovered in grad school that I had no subjectivity in the ways that people were typically describing subjectivity. It caused me some angst for a bit, but since I still manage to use the first person pronoun pretty much appropriately, I decided they were wrong. Then I read people like Harraway, Butler, Moi, and was more sure.
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