Mine is in tatters because I’ve actually had to struggle for it. You have no idea what it’s like to not be able to openly carry communist literature out the front door in the morning. The only reason I managed to keep my hands on my copy, under threat of armed guards tackling me to the ground and wrestling it from my hands, was that I was dressed as a priest and had replaced the cover with that of a Bible. I may never know why the security was so aggressive in that Barnes and Noble.

  • duderium [he/him]
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    1 year ago

    Legitimately want to say that the only time I met someone who described himself as a philosopher, his bookshelf was packed with pristine new editions of all the classic philosophical texts. (I was only there for a moment and the only book I picked up was Nietzsche.) It looked suspiciously like none of the books had been touched. He was also the only college republican on campus. In short, if your books aren’t fucked up, I will judge you. This was also in the glorious long gone days when Jordan Peterson was just an unknown miserable professor at the University of Toronto.