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MIT Gender, Culture, Women and Sexuality program deconstructs sports

The Beaver asks: What’s on tap this Fall at the world’s leading STEM university?

Why, it’s a seminar offered by Harvard political theorist Roberto Sirvent, who is “especially interested in helping bioethics professionals find creative ways to engage the theoretical work of disability justice advocates, queer and trans liberation movements, Black Studies scholars, mutual aid networks, and anti-colonial revolutionary struggles.”

Exactly what is this over-credentialed arrested adolescent from the Kremlin on the Charles going to be preaching?

“Given the Eurocentric, colonial, white supremacist, and heteropatriarchal structures of modern sport, it is no surprise that sport plays a central role in naturalizing hierarchies of bodies and producing racialized and gendered norms.  Drawing on various fields like Black Studies, queer theory, trans studies, disability studies, sport communication; media studies, critical geography, and decolonial and anti-colonial thought, this course introduces students to the gendered and sexual dynamics of sport, as well as the racialized gender policing that occurs within the sporting world.”

Hmm. I wonder why this groundbreaking seminar, and others like it, seems to be missing from the new This is MIT promotional video.

In other news, MIT initiated across-the-board budget cuts, as well as a substantial reduction in the number of STEM graduate students it will be enrolling in the coming year. Concerned alumni might want to ask why these cutbacks are being administered evenly rather than in a targeted manner, eliminating illegal DEI programs, woke indoctrination courses, and SHASS abominations like GCWS. Outrage over farces like this triggered draconian reductions from MIT’s primary science funding agencies.

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