Me, at the local coffee shop: Hey, can I get an objective experience of reality? Blue-haired feminist barista, pronounedly: Oh, you mean a construction of the intellect according to its a priori principles? Me, rolling my eyes: No. I said an objective experience of reality. Barista, too addled by college to understand: So... a phenomenological reality whose grounding in a world of noumena is bracketed? Me: No, an objective experience of reality. Barista: A representation, made of relations to yourself as a subject? Me: No! I want a frickin' objective experience of reality!
Barista: *stares blankly* Person behind me in line: Hey, could you hurry up and order? Some of us are trying to experience a series of mental events which we interpret as going places!
And then the entire line clapped

















