It seems oddly appropriate that I am spending countless hours reading and listening to the words of old white men in the month where the Roman Catholic Church elected a new Pope. I have my doubts that enlightenment arises through the overwhelming administration of the Church, but there’s always hope.
And it’s interesting, from a female perspective, to read about Socrates and his gang, men all, who debate the issues of the world while, no doubt, the women around them cook and clean and raise their children and fix their sandals and sweep the ground they tread upon and generally speaking, run the world.
I’m not saying there isn’t good stuff in their discussions, that they don’t have fascinating perspectives on morality and such – but at the same time, these educated men treated their women as slaves, drones, property. It is hard for me to appreciate the one without hearing the undercurrent of the other.
It reminds me of the Confederate South in the US, going on about how to live properly while standing, elegantly booted, upon the necks of their slaves.
So on I read, trying to absorb the discussion, while hearing behind it the murmurings of my ancient sisters and wondering how on earth one can discuss morality as a concept while living such an amoral life.
Oh yeah, I get it now – you merely redefine it to suit your needs.
Sadly, we don’t seem to have evolved past that, even these many years later.