Oh, Mark Rudd. What am I going to
do with you?
I've been reading his most recent memoir, Underground:
My Life With SDS and The Weathermen. And reading it, I've been very
annoyed with Mark Rudd. Mainly I've been annoyed by his lack of
responsibility for his own actions, like, ever. The book is story after
story about how he was just naïve; young, impressionable, and swept away
by more charismatic leaders (who were really the ones who
believed in violence; Mark Rudd was just confused).
anyone else follow the above link to the book and notice that he got the
name of his own book wrong?
But today I found the sentence that
just so summed up why this dude annoys me.
He was writing
about a chance sexual encounter -- a one night stand (well, one afternoon
stand) with a married woman, a liberal who was offering assistance to
the Underground. And in describing how he felt in that moment,
Underground radical bedding this more mainstream artist woman, Mark Rudd
"My penis was a magic wand of liberation."
Yes, I know he was talking about how he felt as a young
twentysomething radical, full of all the ego and bravado that comes with
the package (so to speak). But seriously: there are some thoughts that
should remain private (again, ahem). Your every inner monologue
does not need to be shared with the entire planet.
Dude is a
teacher now. How the fuck (cough, cough) could any student ever take him
seriously after reading that?
Repeat it with me:
penis was a magic wand of liberation."
*This post was taken as is from Hope's livejournal (with permission).
**If you'd like to read more about penises from guest bloggers, well, take a look at what Dayna Ingram has to say.