Yeah, that’s one of those deliberately provocative titles of mine. The thing is, the word “culture” has such diverse meanings that it makes it easy to be offended by the claim, Cultures Are Disgusting. I mean, if we talked about bacterial growth on a Petri dish – a culture – few would disagree with it!
Obviously enough, that’s not the case here – I’m not referring to bacterial growth. I also don’t try to attack being cultured, since, equally obviously, the entire existence of Home for Fiction revolves around art, philosophy, knowledge, thought.
Rather, by arguing that cultures are disgusting, I attack the prevalent societal idea of conglomerating thought, boxing identity, (de)limiting expression.
Cultures are disgusting – we can imagine hearing Slavoj Žižek saying that while watering his (?) flowers – because any given culture (and I will attempt to define it more precisely in this post) is essentially an attempt to direct your thought.


