Epistemology is the study of human knowledge – what is it? How do we know we have it? How do we obtain it? I have committed to writing an essay in my philosophy class about feminist epistemology. I have to admit, I don’t know much about feminine knowing. I’m starting with a clean slate, a ‘tabula rasa’.
I like the phrase tabula rasa because a ‘clean tablet’ is a great place to start when we undertake any journey into knowledge. I think our preconceived notions of what we think we already know, will only fuck up the free flow of information and ideas into our minds.
Tabula rasa is also the best way to approach any subject honestly. When we come with our biases, we tend to bend the information we acquire towards our point of view. This can be fun, but it can also be a problem. Having said that, it seems to me that at some point we NEED to form an opinion about the knowledge we acquire.
How do we know the difference between being duped, being ignorant, and being informed? How do we know when enough information is enough information?
This essay on feminist epistemology needs to be six double spaced pages. Clearly there’s not going to be enough space to write comprehensively on the subject. I’m going to need to find a single crumb and make a meal out of it.
The problem is, there’s a whole shitload of crumbs out there. Several shitloads in fact. You can climb on top the pile and see for miles. And probably, especially on the topic of feminist epistemology, you could tunnel into it and find even more interesting tidbits. You could dig all the way down to Plato’s cave… and there you’d find me… all fucked up, rocking back and forth, coming to terms with the fact that feminine knowledge is the reality I must contend with, if I am ever to free myself of this essay.