A friend recently reminded me that I once made the claim (in a public forum) that “I only get on with intellectual sluts.” Not only do I stand by that remark, I’m going to define what I meant. An intellectual slut is somebody who can’t get enough thinking. Not your garden variety, “should I have two biscuits or three?” style of thinking. I’m talking about the sort of thinking that deals with eternal ideas: time, space, death, &c. An intellectual slut loves to think so much that they’ve eroticised the act. They’re not fussy about what idea they think about, just as long as there is an idea to consume. Thought for thought’s sake. An intellectual slut derives intense pleasure from thinking, or any environment in which thinking is actively promoted - incidentally, 95% of human affairs don’t require actual thought. The use of slut is purposeful, in order to reclaim it from those who’d use it as a pejorative term for a woman. Further to that, I’d argue a slut is actually somebody who puts pleasure as their raison d’être. Society can’t handle sluts because they eschew the moral sensibilities of a chattering elite who think everybody should conform to their miserable ethical framework.
Ahem.
