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Sleeping Under the Stars in the Middle of New York City Must Be Groovy!
Have the students camping out on college campuses chosen the right cause?
My life has been a constant rebellion, a continuous ‘bucking the system.’ Many of my protests have been solitary, serving no purpose other than to provide personal solace and gradually, day by day, disseminate what I believe to be a just stance to anyone who dares inquire: Why are you doing that? Why do you say that or think that? This unconventional approach to life has brought me significant heartache and financial setbacks and perhaps even led to the end of a marriage or two.
One thing, however, has always been my disgust for fake activism. Except for a class I took one semester at Rutgers, “Feminist Ideology,” I have always tried not to chase ideas or movements for personal gain. In the case of that class I took because there was a girl I really liked. I was the only guy in a class of 120 young college women, many of whom were either already out or questioning their sexuality. A handful of the young women were very Andrea Dworkin-like and aggressively opposed all men, and my presence created waves. All eventually settled down, and the gal I liked fell for another girl.
I have already clarified what I think of the war in Gaza. Israel had the right…
