A hippopotamus writes a paper as part of its doctoral studies – IOTW Report

A hippopotamus writes a paper as part of its doctoral studies

I won’t say that this student “identifies as a hippopotamus.” That’s demeaning and passively mocking. He IS a hippopotamus.

Here are quotes from his paper which proves he is, indeed, a hippo. (Is saying “hippo” akin to saying “tranny”? I don’t want to be insulting.)

I love the use of language here- overblown, self-important, specious, word salads that are routinely employed by nitwits hoping to get their garbage anointed by other progressive, true-believing nitwits.

Wash Exam-

 

-“Who gets to decide which ‘identities’ or which ‘identifications’ can enter the realm of the ‘real,’ and which are confined to the realm of the imaginary?”

– “Can the bringing together of a male identity and a hippo identity, of transgender and transpecies, tell us something about the distinction between what is real and what is imaginary? Isn’t ‘identity’ always constituted within representation? Isn’t ‘identification’ precarious, unstable, appearing and disappearing?”

-“My hippo ego was, in fact, given to me by a friend. As we were laughing on the carpet of their room, holding our stomachs and rolling back and forth, this friend saw me as a hippo. It quickly became my nickname, my name, the meaning that somehow helped to reconcile my body with the streets of Paris. Today, in some of my most precious relationships, I exist as a hippopotamus.

-“Could it be that the framework of transgender has accidentally, but perhaps productively, enabled other kinds of becomings to be thought, claimed, lived?”

– “‘Hippopotamus,’ to me, is a metaphor, but I want to suggest that there is, perhaps, some kind of materiality to this hippo-metaphor, not in the sense that I materially become a hippopotamus but in the sense that my flesh perhaps does not remain unchanged by this metaphor. If, through my self-image as a hippopotamus, I walk more freely, more casually, how can my transpecies identification be considered to be fully non-material, or non-somatic? If my becoming a hippopotamus does impact my flesh, it is perhaps because ‘through metaphor and metonym flesh and signifier are joined’…”

– “My being neither a boy nor a girl but rather a hippopotamus is neither a fully performative act of self-constitution nor a socially insignificant, negligible attempt to claim abjection, but a fictional, therefore political, form of resistance to the (trans)gender policing of my body. It is an embodied metaphor, a patronus, a daemon, a childish dream, and the most precious gift that was ever given.”

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ht/ lazy and inquisitive

 

21 Comments on A hippopotamus writes a paper as part of its doctoral studies

  1. Inside, I’m a 400lb fat dude that loves the food
    here.
    Outside? Nope. I have to adjust my eating to support
    something almost healthy.

    Morons cannot separate facts from fiction.

  2. My nickname as a kid when I was about 15 was Muskie. One of my friends fathers who we called Smiley or Smiling Larry (he was Smiley until he died to all us kids, just because) named me that when he saw me swimming like a muskrat at the local pool in the summer of 1968. And it didn’t help that Edmund Muskie was running for President either that year. So if I have been called Muskie by a lot of my friends and my youngest brother still after nearly 50 years does that make me a muskrat? I don’t think so because muskrats stink. But I have to admit it is a cool nickname.

  3. Wild animals such as hippopotami are not allowed to roam free in civilization. Therefore this hippo needs to be captured and placed in the zoo with others of its kind. Why? for the safety of people everywhere. And BFYTW.

  4. An example of extreme cognitive dissonance. His use of language is itself an example of IDENTITY, which has been defined by years of cultural definition. (Words have meanings.) For him to rid himself of cultural biases, discrimination, “definitions”, etc. he would have to become a COMPLETE babbling moron. He’s almost there.

  5. Hippos are the most dangerous nonhuman mammal in Africa.
    Soo, he self-identifies as a very dangerous animal.
    Too much time spent watching Hyacinth on Fantasia?
    Prog for brains.

  6. My nickname is Bobcat , because I operate bobcats…and My name is Bob’

    It went from Bobcat Bob to just Bobcat 25 Years ago….

    Had a Friend from High School whose nickname was “Catfish” for 20 Years

    Then one drunken evening, He stood on top of a Bar stool , and spoke

    gibberish for about a minute..while cupping His genitals…From then

    on He was known as Peepee Mumbles….and He never got laid again*

    *I have no idea if this affected His lovelife

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