my thesis is mainly about a german jewish intellectual named karl loewenstein. he was your typical leftist, and fled from hitler in 33, wound up in the us teaching at yale then amherst.
after immigrating he started writing a bunch of articles about 'militant democracy,' or the idea that fascism is able to subvert the democratic process - namely freedom of speech and proportional representation - and that democratic governments need to pass legislation suspending 'fundamental rights' in order to defeat fascism. he got more and more hysterical throughout the 1930s, and once ww2 started and france fell, started giving speeches about how america was about to fall to fascists and immediate steps needed to be taken to stop it. i have copies of letters from the attorney general to him basically saying 'we like your thinking, tell us more.' during the war he worked for the OSS, and after the war he was an interrogator at nuremburg until he (and all the jewish intellectuals) were driven out for being too fervent in denazification.
his ideas were incorporated into the new german constitution passed in 49, and he's becoming more and more relevant as western powers are struggling with how to deal with terrorism.
what sucks is i spend hours and hours working on this stuff, but nobody else knows/cares about it. very lonely.
if anyone wants to know more pm me and ill talk about this FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS
In wake of a devastating relationship demise many years ago, I went through a phase where I pushed back against the idea of marriage and having children. It was never a blanket mindset that considered either as being ridiculous for everyone, but rather, ridiculous for some people. I suspected for a while I may be one of these people. I can be so self-serving and immature at times that I couldn't fathom me essentially making myself second banana for the sake of a child.
Then I met this girl who had been good friends with one of my closest female friends. We hit it off, but she came with baggage, namely two young children (one who was less than a year old at that time) and a bum of a "baby daddy" who she had recently split from but was still living with due to his total lack of income or other living prospects.
We started meeting up for drinks every couple weeks, and eventually, went down the inevitable path cleared by lots of alcohol and physical attraction. It wasn't an isolated incident, but I recall being adamant about getting any further involved with someone who had children. After a couple months of this, I met them and before I knew what'd happened, they'd stolen this old chunk of coal's heart. Many times I've gone to her place, more excited to see her kids than to see her. You kind of know what you're getting with another adult most of the time, but kids are so god damn unpredictable and nonsensical that it can be fascinating just to watch how they fill the hours in a day.
Yes, they are fucking stressful and annoying and illogical a decent amount of the time, especially when you're trying to maintain some semblance of a romantic relationship in the midst of it all. Part of being in this relationship is knowing that I cannot, and never should be, her top priority. Her time, energy, and even emotional investment must belong first and foremost to those children. But kids can also brighten your day, put a grin on your face, or remind you how transparently grateful and sincere young children can be. And I see what they bring to my girlfriend's life. Before I met them, I couldn't picture her in a motherly role. I don't feel that way anymore, and I know that life for her would cease to have a lot of meaning if they were suddenly not there. That she was never married and probably never will be doesn't inexplicably make her less of a doting mother.
It's been a bizarre year, and truthfully, I don't know how strong the legs on the relationship are at this point. No longer being in the kids' lives would likely be as big of an adjustment for me as no longer being in the relationship. It's often said you should take away something from an expired relationship. I guess in this instance, it would be that my outlook on having children isn't what it was a couple of years ago. I can understand why someone wouldn't want to have children, and as I said, I don't think it's for everyone, regardless of what we're conditioned to think. I just don't think I'm one of those people, anymore.
That's my post for this whole ridiculous kids vs. animals "debate."
Yes, they are fucking stressful and annoying and illogical a decent amount of the time, especially when you're trying to maintain some semblance of a romantic relationship in the midst of it all. Part of being in this relationship is knowing that I cannot, and never should be, her top priority.
See, this sounds like the best thing ever to me. Like the kids suck away all the crazy and pettiness and jealousy etc.