When I joined my first revolutionary party, I hadn’t read *any* Marx or Engels or Lenin or Trotsky. All I had was a burning rage and hatred of Tories. It was that party that gave me The State And Revolution, made me read it and then made me deliver a talk on it. Not the party line but what *I* thought of it. They basically educated me to a post-grad level, not an easy job since all I wanted to do was brick coppers and generally fuck shit up. Education is key with any true Marxist party.
Tech terms are important precisely because they are specific. If someone calls a country a ‘deformed workers’ state’ then that is entirely different from calling it ‘state capitalist.’ Are the people running these states a class or are they a caste? Those terms may all seem very nebulous but it fundamentally changes the nature of the political work that has to be carried out.
ANYHOO… that’s my 2p. Nowadays, I would temper the Trad Marxism with a whole dollop of Reich but that’s just me. 🙂
Thanks for your response! It’s always interesting to hear other people’s experiences, and it sounds like yours is a good example of the importance of providing a good and accessible education to people that want it.
Even if not everyone wants to or can invest the time in learning to such a high level, it’s important for any educator to able to cover the basics and tailor the education to the needs of the learner- as you say, there are some more technical terms that are fundamentally important; it’s better to explain these than just drop them in an attempt at over-simplification.
Yes, theory is crucial. Marxists are vanguardists; it’s one of our primary differences with anarchists. What use is an uneducated vanguard?? Also, how dare someone claim a leading position in working class movements with a dilettante’s attitude towards the history of class struggle.
Events are where we actually learn. All the book-reading in the world isn’t as educational as spending 24 hours on a picket line, shoulder to shoulder with your comrades, with your class.
Just watched PM&TWW with my bff and I feel really emotionally wrung out. It’s perhaps the most positive, honest film depiction of polyamory I’ve seen so far.
As someone who’s been in both mono and poly relationships (though I’d never go mono again), this film finally gets past the prurience and into the meat of the emotions. Situations can get so emotionally superhyperovercharged and the level of understanding and communication you all need is… well… it can be a shock at first. But in a world where 95% of relationships are lies told to cover temporary lusts, honesty can seem like a slap in the face.
I felt so moved at the end of the film, it made me miss different exes so much in so many ways. But the way I look at it is probably similar to how Marston did; I’m blessed to have had those women in my life whether it’s for 14 weeks or 14 years.
In 2018, I wish that people still didn’t equate jealousy with love, with abuse as some kind of sign of caring. Owning someone like property, making them a slave, is not a virtue.
You lie in a puddle just over 4km in diameter, photosynthesizing. The photons taste like tiny buffalo wings as your greedy chloroplasts worf them down.
A gentle summer shower starts; it’s your 65,536 lovers arriving to fertilise your gaping stomata. The bliss envelopes you all and, inevitably, some of you releases tiny babies in the form of homunculi 236 nanometres long. Goodbye, Children, wave me when you have Minds!
As your family lie in a happy heap around, in and through you, you absorb all pre-existing human media in just under a tenth of a second. That was good but you’re still peckish.
So, you live the life of every baseline human who ever lived, simulating their wildly, ridiculously tiny lives in just eight of your nineteen thumbs. Then you burp. It smells strongly of cyclohexane and Ribena.
Hmmm… I think British English wins here because we say ‘crush’ too but it means far more than fancying. It’s kind of an old-fashioned word here (I never hear anyone under 40 say it) but ‘crush’ denotes a chronic infatuation rather than just thinking someone is fit. Fancy can be exactly like the old-timey thing of ‘a passing fancy’ whereas ‘crush’ is more serious.
In posh female circles decades ago, the word ‘pash’ (as in abbreviation of passion) was used instead of ‘crush’ and it nearly always meant a lesbian fancying, it was a cute term. Don’t hear it much now. It’s the kind of thing Diana Rigg would say. 😛
This reminds me of the current stages of sexual pair-bonding. In the East Midlands of England where I live, this currently goes:
* shagging / fucking / sleeping with someone
* seeing someone
* going out with someone
The first two phases are assumed to be non-exclusive whereas the last is commonly assumed to be the establishment of heteronormative monogamy (even in non-het relationships).
I’ve been watching Salvation on UK Netflix and it’s just making me miss HACF.
Why is mainstream US telly so emotionally vapid, so silly and plastic?
In one scene, a character is literally waterbaorded. Half an hour later, he’s totally fine and making jokes about it. You know, like any of us would be after being tortured.
The world is literally ending in Salvation and all that the characters care about is who’s fucking who. Really, if I knew I only had a few weeks to live, I’d have other priorities.
Silly, silly, silly.
I’m now waiting for another TV drama written for adults. Please tell me if you find one.
I’ve wasted my life watching this shitty series and I can’t believe the big boohoo at the end is that the central female character can’t decide between the two really handsome blokes with great arms. Thus is all of humanity reduced to pubescent mewling.
AND NOW THEY’RE FUCKING DANCING. BECAUSE THAT WOULD HAPPEN.
I’m in fucking pieces. Just when everything was perfect for Gordon… I can’t believe it. It’s so horrible and random and unfair.
Which I guess is why HACF is the most lifelike show on telly.
Seeing his girls and Donna weeping on the sofa…. that just fucked me up. The shot where his daughters reach for each others’ hands was killer. And then, the actual sequence representing his stroke was fantastic: spooky and romantic and sad and ‘Well, this was your life.’
I can’t believe how ignored this show is when it delivers incomparable drama like tonight’s ep. HACF has made all the characters all too real, I don’t know if I’ll ever really believe they’re not alive, somewhere. That’s its genius.
Is it then hypocritical of me to ask for happy endings for everyone? I *know* life isn’t like that, I know shit like this happens every day but it’s GORDON, for fuck’s sake. He’s so awkward and geeky and lovable and tries so goddamn hard for every person in his life. He’s pretty much my ideal of what a best mate would be like. Why have this happen to Gordon? He’s like a fucking puppy, no harm should ever come to him.
I’ve got to stop writing this now. Been crying solidly for twenty minutes.