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(Note: I'll answer the damn questions correctly, if you damn idiots would ask them correctly. What the hell do you think I am? I frigging mind reader with a built in spell-check option.)

Q: Who is Marc Stien?

(After a tip from a reader, I realized the March Stien they were talking about referred to the one the OTBL blog did a satirical interview with on their blog. For those who have staggered over there for a "hit" of intellectual enlightenment -- thank gosh (no swearing) for short-term memory loss -- you will already be familiar with the the funny -- peculiar not ha-ha -- interview. To remind you, I've include a picture from the OTBL voodoo math factory that was in-farce today in the HSO letter to the editor section. I always thought I was something that I was smoking that made my think the Three Stooges have been famous ballet dancers. Today I read a turd pile of letters from the OTBL voodoo mathematicians that made me realize the Three Stooges were actually rithmetic practitioners living right here in the valley.)


A: Marc Stein was a Ph.D. student at Penn in History (1989-1994). Since then he has had a fascinating and busy career as a queer academic, teaching and writing about sex, gender, sexuality, and history, and how they are all intertwined. He currently teaches at York University in Toronto, Canada, and is working, along with a few colleagues, toward creating what he calls a "sex, gender, and sexuality studies programme" there, as well as on a new book. Stein also chairs the Committee on Lesbian and Gay History, an affiliate of the American Historical Society, for which he recently completed a survey of academics who wrote or are writing their Ph.D. dissertations on LGBTQ history. The results were published in Perspectives, the newsletter for the American Historical Society.

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