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Freck, are you really sure you shouldn't use a thicker war paint? It's dribbling off your nose and staining your shirt.
 
No! I was going to use that shirt as a surrender flag, just in case it didn't go well. Well, I guess surrender is not an option anymore. Strike up, pipers!
 
So I'm reading this philosophical anthropology book by Rene Girard about the victimage mechanism in human history. Apparently it only works if you genuinely believe the victim is guilty. Then, after the victim's death reconciles the feuding people in your community, you can deify the victim and create a new myth.

*catches Freckles mid-charge*

Unfortunately, Freckles doesn't seem to care whether the victim is guilty. This is the problem with the modern age. We still do scapegoating, but we're bad at it.
 
I genuinely believe Sopes is guilty of stereotyping and not sending me chocolate. Ask him. He will admit to both. Now go and let a freckle charge in peace.

*connects to socket*
 
Well, this is progress--of a sort. At least Freckles isn't being a nihilist this time. But I strongly caution against anyone connecting themselves to an electrical socket. *socket zaps Freckles*
 
So I'm reading this philosophical anthropology book by Rene Girard about the victimage mechanism in human history. Apparently it only works if you genuinely believe the victim is guilty. Then, after the victim's death reconciles the feuding people in your community, you can deify the victim and create a new myth.

*catches Freckles mid-charge*

Unfortunately, Freckles doesn't seem to care whether the victim is guilty. This is the problem with the modern age. We still do scapegoating, but we're bad at it.

My question was actually if Romeo and Juliet got deified then...
 
Maybe deification doesn't happen in pairs. Anyway they definitely aren't scapegoats.

I'm re-reading Till We Have Faces; it includes a disturbingly good example of Rene Girard's theory, before the theory was ever written. And yes, it's a great book. And no, I can't convince my sister to read it. When I tried that in the grocery store, my sister ignored me and my mom said I was being too loud.

I feel crushed. Nothing matters when you can't get other people to read books you want them to read. Well, Batman matters. But that's not the point.
 
I think I know what you mean a little bit. When I watch a movie that I love with other people who don't know it yet, I can't relax at all through the whole thing because I'm just thinking, "They've got to like it, they have to like it, they must like it!"

Have you considered playing the audio book of TWHF to your sister in her sleep? It's worth a try.
 
Sadly, I'm sure she would not listen to an audiobook if I played one. (I also tried pitching Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell to her this fall, and she was not interested. Alas.)
 
Did you pitch it as a curveball? Those can be hard to accept. Try pitching it as a fastball. If she's expecting it, it could turn into a home run!
 
Pretty sure our mom would complain. We threaten each other with death all the time, but I don't think she likes for things to go beyond the threats. She clearly doesn't have a strong enough backbone.
 
No, she would probably be too busy throwing herself in front of other people. The woman has no sense of moderation.
 
I feel crushed. Nothing matters when you can't get other people to read books you want them to read. Well, Batman matters. But that's not the point.

I relate to you a lot, Glen, but I relate to you even more than usual on this observation.

I think I know what you mean a little bit. When I watch a movie that I love with other people who don't know it yet, I can't relax at all through the whole thing because I'm just thinking, "They've got to like it, they have to like it, they must like it!"

Have you considered playing the audio book of TWHF to your sister in her sleep? It's worth a try.

That's the worst. Unless they love it, in which case it's the best.
 
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