Even at thirteen, I new Rand’s philosophy was
bullshit. In fact she dedicates an entire chapter to her social political ideals and I could only get through a few pages before I skipped the entire chapter, the chapter when her ideal man, John Galt, spits out Rand’s philosophy.
Anyway, it was the sexual exploits of her heroine, Dagny Taggart, that I found intriguing.
Not only was Taggart (Rand) searching for the ideal man, she also seemed to be searching for the ultimate fuck. Rand is obsessed with the genius of men that can build big things like skyscrapers and railroads and rockets and shit. I mean, how fucking Freudian can you get? Although I’m offended by her philosophy, her journey as an artist is interesting. She seemed to do the same shit her male contemporaries did when it came to her art. She would do just about anything to get the art accomplished. She came up with a philosophy that rationalized her eccentric behavior in order to get what she wanted, which was to get laid and to do her art.
That’s the real philosophy of Rand.
“How do I get some cock?”
and “How do I finish my book?” What she understood is that she could not accomplish one without having the other.
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