Why should our bodies end at the skin, or include at best other beings encapsulated by skin?

Myth and tool mutually constitute each other.

Blasphemy has always seemed to require taking things very seriously.

In language that is searing and lyrical, evocative and precise, this exceptional book thinks with the zombies, specters, felons, slaves, dogs, cadavers, and other entities that are the remnants of loss and dispossession in the law. Dogs and people are abundantly present here, even as the legal fictions they are made to inhabit are exposed with acid lucidity. These are hard histories made readable by Dayan's precious acts of writing.

Irony is about contradictions that do not resolve into larger wholes, even dialectically, about the tension of holding incompatible things together because both or all are necessary and true. Irony is about humour an serious play. It is also a rhetorical strategy and a political method, one I would like to see more honoured within socialist-feminism.

I’d rather be a cyborg than a goddess.

The cyborg is a kind of disassembled and reassembled, postmodern collective and personal self. This is the self feminists must code.