My relationship with Sigmund Freud is complicated and I’d best save that discourse for the couch. What I will say is that my feminism (please don’t say “post feminist” to me unless you are referring to dropping one in the mail) puts me squarely at odds with Freud and his downright wacky beliefs about women.
But – and this is where it gets interesting – I discovered quite by accident that Freud was as canine crazy as I am. He even went so far as to bring dogs into the psychoanalytical treatment room because he believed that they were a good indicator of the patient’s state of mind. Indeed.
Below you will find a small grouping of my fave Freudian works.
