Andrei Vyktor Georgescu
36 posts
The “religion of pity” to which one would like to convert us—oh, we know the hysterical little males and females well enough who today need precisely this religion as a veil and make-up. We are no humanitarians; we should never dare to permit ourselves to speak of our “love of […]
Abstract I wrote this essay as a critique of common ideas about free markets and socialism, as found in an article by Carmen Alexe. I begin with the claim that that markets and governments are opposing forces by going through the origins of the market economy, with emphasis on the […]
In this essay, explore the reasons why I think sexuality and pleasure are problematic. I start off with a brief introduction to the biology of sexual reproduction followed by a detailed account of my personal experiences with sexual attraction and orgasm. Finally, I introduce the Buddhist concept of tilakkhaṇa which I believe is a helpful tool in navigating and ameliorating distress in this thorny topic.
I first decided to smoke weed in the third grade. That is to say, the final straw that broke the authoritarian bind which prevented me from becoming a weedlover began with a simple English exam, where the teacher outrageously marked my spelling of ‘because’ as incorrect. I had opted for […]
An essay about my great-great-grandmother Katinka, the origins of Romania, abortion, Darwin, whiteness, the Nazis, and using philosophy as a way create identity.
My most ambitious writing project to date, which, if you read, you'll be rewarded with a gluten free cookie. Redeemable only if you can gain access to the tower I've barricaded myself in.
My first day of school in Belgium would have been terrifying, if it weren’t for a painting. Standing in the lobby of a football-field-sized hall filled with shouting, excited children, I was frozen still. Not knowing the language, I couldn’t speak, only mustering enough strength to look over my shoulder […]
The moment I decided to go to OCAD was the last day we were eligible to apply for post-secondary. It was my final semester at Northview, a place infamous for Matti Baranovski, a student brutally beaten to death over his refusal to share his cigarettes. Luckily our tobaccy was getting […]
