“One of the advantages of anthropology as a scholarly enterprise is that no one, including its practitioners, quite knows exactly what it is. People who watch baboons copulate, people who rewrite myths in algebraic formulas, people who dig up Pleistocene skeletons, people who work out decimal point correlations between toilet training practices and the theories of disease, people who decode Maya hieroglyphics, and people who classify kinship systems into typologies in which our own comes out as “Eskimo” all call themselves anthropologists. So do people who analyse African drum rhythms, arrange the whole of human history into evolutionary phases culminating in Communist China or the ecology movement, or reflect largely on the nature of human nature. Works entitled (I choose a few at random) Medusa’s Hair, The Headman and I, The Red Lamp of Incest, Ceramic Theory and Cultural Process, Do Kamo, Knowledge and Passion, American School Language, Circumstantial Deliveries, and The Devil and Commodity Fetishism, all present themselves as anthropological, as does the work of a man which came, unbidden, into my hands a few years ago whose theory it is that the Macedonians derive originally from Scotland on the grounds that they play the bagpipe.”—Clifford Geertz, 2001 (via handfu1ofdust)
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i. I work(ed) at a Starbucks. ii. I live in Canada. iii. I’m studying anthropology. You might be able to tell from this tumblr. iv. Right now, I am listening to Uzbek throat singing. At 3:30 am. v. What do I do with my hands? vi. Shirley is my best friendlepuss. vii. Why is it so difficult to think up ten things? viii. I Googled my favourite anthro professor in search of articles she had written, and instead found high-res candid shots of her. And I kept them. ix. If I ever have a child, I will also acquire a pet tortoise so that they can grow up together and won’t feel lonely when they outlive me. It can be the family tortoise. Named JERKSPEED MCWAD. x. Sometimes I dream that I am immortal and cannot die and then go insane and spend a few good hundred years in an asylum and then suddenly I’m manning a motherfucking spacecraft. In motherfucking space, in the motherfucking future.
“Employee rights are said to be valid when employers pressure employees into sexual activity. Why don’t they quit once the so-called harassment starts? Obviously the morals of the harasser cannot be defended, but how can the harassee escape some responsibility for the problem? Seeking protection under civil rights legislation is hardly acceptable. If force was clearly used, that is another story, but pressure and submission is hardly an example of a violation of one’s employment rights.”—
And what pisses me off so much about Ron Paul, other than like 95% of his views, is that uninformed people think he’s so great because he’s for ~personal freedoms~ and he wants to end the war. But if shit like THIS quote were as well-known, I don’t think he’d be quite as popular.
Textbooks are fucking expensive, and if your professor doesn’t require a physical copy (most don’t - they just want you to have the book at hand. Or maybe even not. Some professors literally give no fucks about whether you have the book or not) and you don’t mind having your…
Little Franklin Delano Roosevelt sits primly on a stool, his white skirt spread smoothly over his lap, his hands clasping a hat trimmed with a marabou feather. Shoulder-length hair and patent leather party shoes complete the ensemble.