Higher Education: Exposed
Higher Education can get edgy.
Alert Reader David with a dot edu asked about The Chronicle of Higher Education,
“Most every issue has nude photos of women (art, of course) that is Not Safe for Work.”
I have never noticed a nude photo of women in the chronicle. But I will watch this space closely for your alerts of such issues, so I can be properly offended of course.
David is merely using the “I didn’t notice” defense. (Number 3 in The Complete Married Man’s Guide To Spousal Responses.) Proving that there is a gentleman in academia.
He might be about the only one left.
The offensive photos are usually on the End Page. Here’s a sampler,
And Your Business Blogger’s favorite, (I guess):
Professor Diana York Blaine
OK, so Professor Diana York Blaine was not actually pictured in The Chronicle of Higher Education. Not yet.
There is an uncensored photo of Professor Diana York Blaine, a Professor of Womyn’s Studies, floating about. But, like, who’d care?
One conservative female pundit once quipped that the entire feminist movement could have been averted if a few guys took a local budding feminist to the prom in high school. To keep these womyn from being so angry.
If a young man simply took Diana York Blaine on a date…
Thank you (foot)notes:
Outside The Beltway has the nude Blaine story.
Professor Diana York Blaine is a lunar worshipper,
Every morning, then, I hit my knees and I pray to the moon goddess. Should I be ashamed of my god? She doesn’t seem any more ridiculous to me than anybody else’s deity, and as I have said, at least I can see manifest proof of a power greater than myself in the presence of that orb. Plus I’m named for her, so there’s a cool connection. And what do I ask her? To help us all find peace. To help me be an instrument of peace in the world. To help me find that peace in myself before I even try to move out into the community and encourage others to change as well. To walk through the day in serenity with a light heart because I deserve to be here and she loves me.
The moon loves her. In another less tolerant, less enlighten day we had a name for such lost souls:
Just another professor in academia.