The Fabulous Forager

I just finished reading an excellent article by Urban Scout that discusses the prominent strain of assholery (it’s a word!) in the anarchist subculture. While many anarchists argue on a logical level for cooperation, many scarcely know how to cooperate with each other, and often create hierarchical relationships in the name of equality. Now, I admit that I’ve got a lot of social problems, even more than the average person raised in civilization. My intense social anxiety and awkwardness, combined with the paranoia I picked up in sixth grade when the other girls in my classes trained me to assume that niceness was just a sarcastic method of teasing, is my biggest roadblock to rewilding. Well, that and my fear of insects. And arachnids. And snakes. And greasy skin. Okay, fine, maybe I have a lot of roadblocks to rewilding. But hey, I know that’s a problem and I’m working on it. Because here’s the dirty little secret that chills my antisocial heart to the pulmonary artery: rewilding is all about friendship.