Master classes. Every where I look there seems to be one. There’s a growing trend by intellectuals with, um, largish egos, or indeed unhealthily high opinions of themselves, to announce that they will offer ‘master classes’. Forget seminars, lectures, papers, toilet chatter … now it’s a ‘master class’.
So I have decided to offer one of my own. It is to be called ‘The Matriarch’s Muff’ – a careful biblical analysis of certain terminology. The problem is that I am not quite sure when and where to unleash it. I had thought of the Bible and Critical Theory seminar, soon to happen in Auckland (1-2 September). But the presence of a few too many – how shall I say it – matriarchs suggested that may not be the best venue. I then pondered it for the University of Otago, down Dunedin way, a few days later. But the problem here is that there will be a significant number of, well, Presbyterian patriarchs present. This prompted the observation, ‘not even Dunedin is yet ready for the Matriarch’s Muff’.
So when and where do I unleash the matriarch’s muff?
31 July, 2012 at 8:34 pm
Make much more alliteration! The “Moist Matriarch’s Muff” is so much more visceral.
31 July, 2012 at 8:35 pm
… or Matriarch’s Moist Muff. Don’t know what the first one means.
31 July, 2012 at 9:06 pm
I do believe that’s a contradiction in terms. Don’t ask me why …
31 July, 2012 at 9:05 pm
No way. That just sounds like some frustrated journo who thinks she’s a writer – just check your average newspaper for bad puns, excessive alliteration etc.
1 August, 2012 at 1:25 pm
If your upcoming article is anything like “The Patriarch’s Nuts” it should be a blast to read.
1 August, 2012 at 10:27 pm
Along with the prophetic sausage fest, I hope.