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.... It was not by chance that I clarified the meaning of this term. Perhaps this was the key moment of my own thought, eternal thought on the classical question "Do I need it?" Actually, I need "it". Yes, not in such a manifestation of this. Separatism is cute, but sectarianism is desperately scary. And the latter is so commonly widespread by the environment of active, adequate, sane, after all, cute people. Why? I don't know. This is a good story from a prose writer, or as I always call it internally - the “teachers” of the Grishkovts. "Dean Dankov." About the dean of the Faculty of Philology of the Kemerovo State University. The very pedantic teacher ruined, and to whom he broke the life of more than one ten Siberian students. And the author is sincerely perplexed, does not understand - how can you sincerely love linguistics, literature, in general, everything is humanistic that the books are stored, and be such a villain.

So I sometimes enter a stupor. After all, any “activism” is anarchism, feminism. As well as the struggle for the rights of animals, for the rights of people (in fact - the same two -legged animals), for the ecology, equality, this is all the pros. It is with a capital letter. And it is bad when the “pros” remains only at the level of some conversations, seminars, without going beyond some of their own frames. How did Boris Borisych sang there in the early 80s? A? :

... but they themselves have been calling only to each other for a long time,
Discussing how beautiful our circle is ...

Therefore, a certain sectarianism always kills, in fact, (this is my personal opinion) - everything is bright, most important and important. The other day I did a special interview for one Murmansk magazine with Tatyana Kulbakina. Girl - Deputy Chairman of the Environmental Public Organization "Nature and Youth". And I subscribe to almost every (with some slight exception) her word.

“I don’t know what it should have happened so that I stop dreaming of a perfect world.” I want to change it constantly. For many, the word “utopia” has a negative meaning - for me it is the purpose of my protest. I should not be a “feminist, anarchist, humanist” - no one except myself. I don't like labels. I advocate identity.

Many are not enough self -irony. What is insulting. Because if you relate ironically, it turns out much cooler. You cease to be dull bunny, and people to reach for you. And when you think so seriously, you stop looking critically at your own ideas, and think over them deeper, ask yourself uncomfortable questions - and this is important.

The world is actually multifaceted. There are different designs. There is a stereotype at the femidists, they say "Barbie woman is bad." Well, this is not true. If someone is really important to look like this-so let it look like that. Or that pink color is bad. Color cannot be bad at all. And if I shave the armpits and legs-it is not necessary that I want to like someone. Who cares? I need so. I chose this way. There should be no problems at all. Therefore, I believe that feminism is close to anarchism. Not feminists should create rules - how to be a free woman. Because as soon as you begin to create rules, this is no longer freedom. Because about the rules we must negotiate everyone with himself. Because if it is normal, if they open the door in front of me, not because someone thinks that I am a “weaker sex”, but he just wants to make me pleasantly.

This is important to me. I realized - I am a humanitarium at 100%. I want to avoid misunderstanding. I want to speak with people in their language. Simple, non -casual, but understandable to them. This is fine. Not scary. You just have to be closer to the people. Walk barefoot on the sinful earth, if I can put it so metaphysically. Only then is O, Great, and such a necessary revolution. I remember, once I talked with my grandmother (the kingdom of heaven, the freedom Pussyriot) once long ago. So, I had a dispute about Stalin with her. She really loved to remember tyrant with a kind word. And the old woman is a rustic, that is, to give her the “Gulag Archipelago” and other standard arguments are absolutely pointless. She does not know them. I didn’t read, I did not study, I lived my whole life from salary to salary, having worked for more than 50 years with a nurse in a children's clinic, which was widowed, growing two children: my dad is a drunken bastard, and aunt Valya is also not a simple woman. So, I just said: “And how would you feel about if the Chekists would have taken your son, just like that. For nothing. And they would have shot. And then a daughter. And all according to the law. There was, I say, the 58th article. And you would have been soldered for 10 years - for "non -nobility". The grandmother once thought and answers: “Yes, I would sincerely hate Stalin!” - “Why then love him? How can you praise it. After all, he brought how much grief to families, people. ”

Then Anna Fedorovna was confused. And, you know, then Vissarionich did not remember. It just happened - that no one spoke with her - in a simple, primitive language. Therefore, the lines of Alexander Bashlachev immediately come to me right now. "Dough"….

... here is a simple matter - there are no those who are not worth
There are no those who are not worth love.

But how to love them - so inexpressible,
Yes, the way pierced, and then sipped?
Come on there - a friend, bosses, colleague,
Okay, accidentally console the cripple,
Give everyone who dared to ask.
And as the whole district - strangers, unknown,
So, as a girlfriend, as a daughter, as a bride?
So, let me ask?

Here is a simple matter - find a place for yourself
Higher, more abruptly. Pill the dark cloud
To a drop by a thunderstorm - a combustible tear -
Look, what a sky!
To tear the star from the sky with a pure hand,
Smell them with flour
And knead the dough for everyone.

And then it is known. Mesi his dough
Yes, bring your dough to an evil place -
Let it grow up on reins.
Dry wood - in your own words
Hold the flame in your own words,
Yes with a fight, yes flogging - so that the crumb becomes a crust,
The edge on sharp knives.

That's how his dough is a mock - so that the crumb becomes a crust. Each on his front. Slowly. If possible. But sincerely - for yourself, for others, talking with them. Maybe that will come out. An attempt is not torture. And torture - so do not do this. Drink tea.

So the notorious "gender communications." We must start small. I, like a man, start with myself. To kill the inner fascist, who, as you know, is in each of us (this context - a sexist). And to be easier.

Everyone will die - and I will stay. This is probably not our option! Not our thesis!

Alexander "Bob" Borisov.