After the last day of Anthropological Theory, where we plunged into a two-hour discussion blitz of postmodern theory, I feel mentally drained. Like, numb. If you don't know what postmodernism is, let me break it down for you, Supernatural-style:
That blinky-nosed little Rangifer tarandus is just a package to feed little children the American Way.
He was created in 1939, whereas the original eight flying reindeer, which not many can name, were named in the 1823 poem “A Visit From St. Nicholas”. Why can’t we name those other eight as fast as we can sing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”?
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