A review by emilyenigmatic
The Location of Culture by Homi K. Bhabha

2.0

Of Mimicry and Man: in which colonized peoples and mixed race peoples feel like a pee pee that's been chopped off. Castration is everything. Freud. Or something. I'm already dead inside from everything else I've read all semester, so it's fine. I don't have to enjoy anything anymore.

Bhabha has my respects as an academic (I guess?), but the unreadability of this book—and the over-done, pretentious complication of literally everything—is almost funny.

Here's some gif-memes from The Office to lighten the depressing mood since it's finals week and I'm almost done with my first semester of grad school. RIP my last two brain cells.

reading this book:


me every time I read a word of critical theory:


Critical theorists whenever they write something:


The nightmare of critical theorists:


When I get assigned chapters of Lacan, Foucault, or Derrida: