The other day at my "job," which is on Tuesdays is attending a class called Victorian Organicism (organicism being a conceptualization of class relations that understands the classes to arise "organically" and exist harmoniously--bullshit, in other words) I sat next to the diabetic militant feminist vegan girl. As we were making small talk about my root canal, she pulled out a blood moniter, pricked her finger, and checked her blood sugar, never acknowledging what she was doing. Then in class, we were talking about some horrible and horribly-long lesser-known work of George Eliot. As everyone was debating whether Eliot is condescending to the lower middle class, I saw d.m.f.v. girl inconspicuously pull out a syringe, fill it up with a vial of insulin, and stick it into her leg THROUGH HER JEANS. Meanwhile in class we were talking about whether the "organic" social class system in Eliot's novel is indeed a "diseased body."