Today we were discussing Oedipus Rex/Tyrannos/the-King and it went very nicely for an hour and 17 minutes. Then with three minutes left, conversation petered out a bit and the guy who obviously loves humanities more than anyone else and knows lots of extra shit says "so, what about Freud?"
Conference leader says he'd like to avoid Freud, but the damage is done - nobody can resist telling tales of Freud's ridiculous phallocentric theories. A couple minutes of Freud-riffing ensue. Then another dude, the one with good comedic phrasing (there's a girl who's good at that too), says "Fifty seconds, Carl Jung, go."
I jump on that one. "Led to MBTI, not entirely useless," I claim. "What type are you?" asks the guy across the room whom I'd talked to some after he left a comment on Philosopher-Linguist's blog. The three of us offer up our MBTI types - two INTJs and one INTP, it turns out. The discussion ends in laughter and on the way out I chat for a few minutes with the blog commenter about Freud and Lacan. I love my humanities conference.
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