Feminine Logic

Feminine Logic

Alexandr Piatkov



Booger, Blackie, Gray, and Spotty, surrounded by a company of nameless felines,

had taken up their usual positions on the porch of the central market’s meat

pavilion. Everything around had been meticulously marked by both dogs and cats,

and their droppings turned up in the most unexpected places for the unsuspecting

public, only to be stubbornly ignored by the principled street sweepers. The

sweepers reasoned that since the animals were at the market illegally, it was no

longer their problem, but rather that of the veterinary service.


A dog repeller turned out to be an incredibly useful device in this situation.

Feeling the ultrasonic beam, the well-fed subjects of their adored mistress

turned their heads in alarm and scattered at a swift trot, while the cats broke

into a full gallop.


At that exact moment, a voluptuous meat vendor, bringing out a portion of

"biological waste" for her entourage, began to preach with deep frustration about

humanism, mercy, and the vital need to protect animals from people.


How meat trading and animal protection could coexist in a single head remains

quite a mystery. Yet, this is precisely what constitutes the notorious "feminine

logic." On that cold February morning, the bewildered participants of this

tragicomic spectacle were left to contemplate it, witnessing the clash between

the feeble rays of technocratic modernism and a monumental, self-satisfied,

archaic lordliness—one that trivially slaughters some, feeds its favorites to

their hearts' content, and mindlessly plunges the rest into foul-smelling filth.





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