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I absolutely hate postcolonial literature. I think it's a lot of pointless griping and nostalgia about the past and whinings about helpless dire situations. Basically I just see it as a lot of griping.

It's so freaking stupid. The expected materials. Asian. Africans. Everyone in between. Basically it's the whole #^$#!#$@$%@ world against the stupid Europeans. Gripe Gripe GRIPE. Always painting themselves as pitiful victims. Always painting the Europeans as evil white men. Always the same stupid stereotypes.

Maybe I'll just drop the stupid course. It is SO stupid. SO stupid. Some academics are good in the sense that they can divorce professional material away from their personal convictions and write pretty damn good papers about it. Well, I cannot. I simply cannot bring myself to type or even write a word about it something I don't even believe it.

No, not something that I don't believe in. Not only that. But something I don't even see a POINT in making a case for. What is the point of all this, really, is what I'm asking.

I don't buy it. I just don't buy it.

Stupid. I hate it. I hate the class. I hope it proves me wrong this week.