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by Zsenicorpse 09/04/2006, 9:59am PDT |
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Mischief Maker wrote:
motherfuckerfoodeater wrote:
If you want to understand contemporary conservative ideology you only need to understand that Ayn Rand was short, hideously unatractive and a terrible writer. Everything else sort of falls into place.
Or you could say she was born in Russia and her father was a business owner during the bolshevik revolution, inspiring her to create a philosophy that was more concerned with being the complete opposite of socialism than anything else.
I forget who said it, but the best summation of Objectivism I ever heard is, "Some people are objectively better than others. And those some people are MEEEEEE!!!" Teenagers love Ayn Rand.
I have tried a couple of times, though not very hard, to tackle her works. But I absolutely cannot do it. It's abortively dull and, simultaneously, risible. I've gotten the philosophy and general plot from Cliff Notes and whatnot and I think the funniest part is that she thought up Visionary Camp, where all the great and noble minds punished by that stupid stupid system made of poor stupid people run away together and the whole world just falls apart without them! The "You'll Be Sorry" suicide threat in novel form! Probably teenagers like her because they have the same hapless sense of desperate self-importance.
Almost all of the people I know who love Ayn Rand are people who get screwed by every modern extension of her thinking. It's dazzling. Like: when I was riding public transportation a lot, there seemed to be - every day - someone or another on the bus reading Atlas Shrugged. SB loves Ayn Rand, though he qualified it constantly with "but I think it's disgusting now...." which was his way of saying that he was obsessed with its incorrectness as a cover story for his general obsession with it. And teenagers, people who historically can't do jack shit when left to their own devices, etc. And that jackass in Dirty Dancing! But I've never seen an executive, or lawyer, or doctor, or politician reading it. I'm not saying they never do, but I am saying that Who Moved My Cheese appears to be the Atlas Shrugged of the six-figure-salary and up crowd. Not surprisingly, the former is a book about dealing with change and with other people without just totally flipping out and running away from everything that ever hurt you.
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