Hello, I am without experience. That is, this blog is dedicated to all non-experienced based observations of the world. Those of you familiar with my work and political dispositions may find this surprising. As a self-identified feminist and woman, I have often relied on experience to inform my scholarly and political pursuits. To be honest, I feel that this has led to some difficultly in my personal and psychological life. For example, where does empathy fit into one’s experience. My experience as a white woman often leads me to be empathetic toward more disadvantaged people, but in the current fashion of identity politics empathy is seen at best useless and at worst a neo-colonial form of experience.
Thus, a blog is born. One where you will find the category of experience constantly denied but emerging at the same time. On this blog you will find commentary about African politics, feminism, theory, books and popular culture. And, yes, these are the things I love in life. They are my true joys and part of my experience. They are not transparent glimpses into my life as would be written in a 19th century journal. They would constitute my only experiences if I could get rid of all the tripe, meanness and lonelyness that haunts my daily existance.
