Brother is the best. We were discussing how my Bard paper has to be based on some controversial argument, which made us brainstorm possible theses in our afternoon, desk-job delirium:
Shakespeare was a closet communist.
Shakespeare was a Hare Krishna.
Shakespeare was a hack that blew goats.
A Midsummer Night's Dream is a metaphor for oral sex.
Men played women's parts because Shakespeare was a closet transexual hermaphrodite.
I feel like I'm in high school again, and it is goooood ;)
Note: The dirty ones were Brother's ideas. I swear.