By Franck Mastard
Camelia Jordana is apparently a singer, which in itself is funny. Since she is famous, she is therefore automatically qualified to be interviewed as a sociologist, anthropologist and philosopher by serious newspapers. Her latest recording must be understood as a work: she professes victim patriarchal decolonialism, a new and promising discipline whose followers are gagged, stigmatized, reduced to being able to express themselves only in the national press and on TV sets.
To break this thunderous silence, the singing sociologist provided evidence of the collective guilt of males by sovereign and instantaneous judgment. It would seem that, thanks to recent archaeological discoveries from the work of the University of Montcuq-en Quercy-Blanc (Lot), it is necessary to extend the wickedness of men to the whole of known history, and probably more if affinities.
Let us return to the salient points of Jordan's thought, illustrated by his most beautiful quotes, taken from his interview in The Obs (January 15, 2021).
"All of these songs say that if I were a man, I would ask for forgiveness, I would question fears, and I would take the time to question myself."
Following the teaching of patriarchal deconstruction of the bacchante with the golden voice, we questioned the fears, which were not happy.
The results are indeed dramatic. Personally, it is true, I can testify to having unduly taken advantage of the patriarchal advantages conferred by my ancestor Gnourf, domiciled at 58 Grotte de Lascaux (Dordogne), who on September 23 of the year -30, smashed Gnourfette's face with flint to steal a juicy bison chop cooked to perfection. The result was a considerable protein intake that gave him a physical superiority that I still enjoy, my advantageous physique and my musculature from the Upper Paleolithic constituting an asset for natural selection based on theft, rape, spoliation and the taste for barbecue. Fortunately, I took the time to question myself and since I quickly answered myself, I apologize for asking for forgiveness, but I ask you to please accept my most flattering ones. In the name of all the steak bastards.
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With this subtle reference to the novel Clochemerle de Gabriel Chevallier, who narrates the installation of a urinal in a Burgundian village in 1934, Gardénia Jordana is part of a very French tradition of urinary thought.
Here again, we questioned the fears, who are tired of being disturbed all the time. Then we questioned the urinals, who responded by whistling "psssss". Reduced to a necessary work of introspection, we asked Popaul 1er what he thought about it. The person concerned responded: “You know, I just come to pee” (2021, My vision of the thing, Editions du Petit Chauve, p. 348). We then turned to the said strangers who did not appreciate the sprinkling. As we can see, socially, we need to deconstruct the urinals: but it is a considerable amount of work, making urination almost impossible.
"White men are, in the collective unconscious, responsible for all the evils of the Earth".
Jordanian apophthegms are sometimes difficult to decipher. Slip of the tongue? Inability to express oneself? Are white men responsible for the evils of the earth? in truth or only "in the collective unconscious"? Does the collective unconscious include women or also men? Or is it just an incision whose function is to give reflexive depth thanks to the vigor of a well-crafted noun phrase? Or is it a vague attenuation believing to avoid falling under the blow of "incitement to hatred or violence against a person or group of people because of their sex, sexual orientation or gender identity", as said 24 article of the law on freedom of the press? The beauty of this awakening thought also lies in the interstices of its uncertainties.
"The goal is to achieve equal rights between men and women. […] To achieve this, we must question the masculine, it cannot be an exclusively feminine fight, especially since power in our society is patriarchal"
Obviously, it is in the legal and constitutional domain that the precepts of Jordanian philosophy are deployed with the greatest social acuity. Since equality of rights between men and women is enshrined in the French constitution, Begonia Jordana's fight seems destined for a rapid victory.
Following the advice of the artist-political scientist, we nevertheless questioned the masculine, who belched his patriarchal beer and did not wish to answer. Distraught, we undertook to redefine power in a degendered perspective, but that was without counting on Derridian phallogocentrism, which would not listen.
We are only at the beginning of the development of Jordanian thought, but it seems to be taking off in the wake of Hegel, because if "the object of the mind is to grasp itself", then Magnolia Jordana grasps itself and offers the vision of an entelechy that extends the great social struggles of our time without ever giving in to the temptation of self-promotion. people self-righteous with empty phrases.
