This chapter is
an effort to build an ironic political myth faithful to
feminism, socialism, and materialism. Perhaps more faithful
as blasphemy is faithful, than as reverent worship and identification.
Blasphemy has always seemed to require taking things very
seriously. I know no better stance to adopt from within the
secular religious, evangelical traditions of United States
politics, including the politics of socialist feminism.
Blasphemy protects one from the moral majority within, while
still insisting on the need for community. Blasphemy is not
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 and serious play. It is also a rhetorical strategy
and a political method, one I would like to see more honoured
within socialist feminism. At the centre of my ironic faith,
my blasphemy, is the image of the cyborg.