Prefigurative Logic

Prefiguratively speaking, Virginia Woolf's Society of Outsiders (It sounds suspiciously like "the Invisible Party" sans its intellectuals) was comprised of the excluded, the barbarian daughters of the educated men, those insiders of the intellectual classes. Barbarian because they couldn't even learn to scrub a floor – that was, by gentlemen, considered quite beneath them. Mr. Gray Matter had arrived with enlightened science promising the liberation of the soul (all things mind) to leave the body quite behind in the pursuit of better mouse-traps to solve the labour problem, just how to pay them one buck and, undetected, take back two.

So to pass the time for centuries it was tolerable for their daughters to companion with the useless sons, chastisingly given the title, "effete fraternity", engaging in their harmless hobbies – art and poetry and arranging flowers (hence the term, "pansy"). Invisibles because from those crews poured thinking the most radical of philosophers and critics who still use (often abuse), perspectives intellectuals now all answer "Land a' goshin', who'd 'v thunk it!" and the high and mighty had to retreat into hiding in the basements, like bunkers (now they call them think tanks), of the ivory towers recreating modern banking institutions so that "high" society no longer meant "superior" (at least in public) but rather "crafty upward moving" scam investment, profiting from defeat by either side of any war – post-modern in that as for them, "the baddies and goodies" is just a fairy story told to kids.

Little did they recognize the most excluded class, the youth who'd crumble ivory towers like they were banking window-glass (and smash them too just to maintain confusion) with their eerie chant, "Whatever!". They've always been around but could escape into the no-go zone, headquarters of the SoS, the Society of OutSiders. Underneath her skirt or at her bosom, it makes no difference. They can't be profiled genetically, they've all got the same mother. Her name, known only by the criminal historians, is of course the infamous Ma Barker – and No-won-yu'd-know's daughter.

 

– see F. Boas, 1918 The Mental Attitude of the Educated Classes;
– Blaumachen, 2012 The rise of the (non-)subject