A little about this site…
A broadly sociological (and sometimes armchair economical) perspective on things that interest me. By finding the places where my academic and recreational pursuits intersect, I hope to gain insight into both, as well as informing and perhaps entertaining once in a while.
And yes, Rubber Blood Factory is a silly name. Then again, sociology is not all serious business. Think of it solely as RBF if you like, and if you can think of a suitable backronym, then let me know.
Rubber Blood Factory seems not to be a silly name. I found it by using search words rubber theory philosophy, seeking explanation for the fascination many of us share for rubber and rubber wear especially. A sociologist might explain this recent phenomena with the similarity of rubber to human skin, similarly pliable but not so elastic. Then its convenience of being formable to anything, especially as a substitute for other often fickle persons as sex objects and triggers. Add the multitude of exotic smells, the aspect of privacy, and boom you’ve got a whole blown-up fetish world of infinite possibilities, scuba gear, gasmasks, waders, sneakers, that could not have existed before vulcanizing.
Rubber is in our blood and embedded already in our genetic makeup, kindof like God, which probably the mind of man created, so long ago, so now we need a herd of psychologists, philosophers, and sociologists, and book reviewers to explain the highly complex world that all of this intrigueing fetishism has blown up into, kindof like the innertube of a tractor tire full of helium floating upward. Once we have seen this, we cannot unsee it, we will never be the same.