A two nights ago, I was called out. It was an unexpected event- I never saw it coming because I thought there was a general understanding and stance everyone took when I told them I intend on going into the commerce school.
"Well yes, I'm taking Management Accounting right now, but I'm also taking a course on Feminist Aesthetics."
"Do you think I'd be more interested in hearing about the latter?"
Well, yes. Because technical beauty takes time to digest- everyone can be easy enthralled by a Picasso or a philosopher, or even Woodman; no one can initially grasp the complex geometry of credits and debits. What is interesting to us is all that provides instantaneous gratification- some kind of little revelation we can mark down about how fascinating living is and life is. We would eventually tuck these facts, facts, facts into our pockets and choose to resurface them or, most likely, forget about them when the next day rises.
She would later go on to tell me how beautiful spreadsheets are to her.
