Honestly, I am so bored of writing this. My list of subjects for the #DickheadDetox keeps getting longer and there’s a huge queue of stupid men lining up to join.
Today’s entry is Canadian writer David Gilmour who currently teaches literature at the University of Toronto but only “guy-guy” literature: nothing by Chinese or women. The full interview is available here but here’s a choice quote:
I teach modern short fiction to third and first-year students. So I teach mostly Russian and American authors. Not much on the Canadian front. But I can only teach stuff I love. I can’t teach stuff that I don’t, and I haven’t encountered any Canadian writers yet that I love enough to teach.
I’m not interested in teaching books by women. Virginia Woolf is the only writer that interests me as a woman writer, so I do teach one of her short stories. But once again, when I was given this job I said I would only teach the people that I truly, truly love. Unfortunately, none of those happen to be Chinese, or women. Except for Virginia Woolf. And when I tried to teach Virginia Woolf, she’s too sophisticated, even for a third-year class. Usually at the beginning of the semester a hand shoots up and someone asks why there aren’t any women writers in the course. I say I don’t love women writers enough to teach them, if you want women writers go down the hall. What I teach is guys. Serious heterosexual guys. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Chekhov, Tolstoy. Real guy-guys. Henry Miller. Philip Roth.
Oddly, the reason I don’t read books by middle aged white dudes is because they are pretty much obsessed with their cocks. I can’t think of anything more dire than reading Miller or Roth or Fitzgerald. Seriously, what they all need is for us to do a whip-round to pay for their penile enlargement surgeries so they call all just STFU [or, at least, the ones who are still alive].
Frankly, anyone who thinks Virginia Woolf is too difficult for third year university students shouldn’t be let loose in a classroom. Teenage girls manage to read Woolf and understand. Perhaps here the problem isn’t so much the students but Gilmour himself: he’s just not smart enough to understand Woolf, or any other female writer.
Gilmour could actually do with reading some books written by women so he understands exactly what the consequences of the penile obsession are: male violence. I suggest he starts with Lisa O’Donnell’s The Death of Bees.
So, I’m adding Gilmour to the #dickheaddetox for misogyny, racism and a side-order of homophobia.