"Taking LSD was a profound experience, one of the most important things in my life. LSD shows you that there’s another side to the coin, and you can’t remember it when it wears off, but you know it. It reinforced my sense of what was important—creating great things instead of making money, putting things back into the stream of history and of human consciousness as much as I could."

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movie theaters are actually really cute like a bunch of strangers come together to watch a movie together with snacks and candy and laughing and crying aw good job movie theaters i see what you did there

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Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)


Gone Girl; spoilers ahead.

I know this has been on your dashboard ONE MILLION TIMES but I mean, don’t you love it? Isn’t it so true? Aren’t you fucking sick of dudes who fetishize your ability to just take it and take it and take? Isn’t this funny, isn’t it sympathetic, don’t you sometimes feel like you would love to just crush these dudes under the weight of the Thing They Made You Become? Like possibly by hatching an elaborate multi-year plot to frame them for murder and destroy everything they love? Maybe?

Do you ever have a dream where you did something terrible and really, really enjoyed it, and then you wake up and spend the whole day feeling awful gnawing guilt combined with this creepy detached nasty pleasure? That’s how this book felt to me. It is seriously disturbing how much I liked Amy and wanted her to win, even after the “she’s a horrific manifestation of what marriage does to women!” reading pretty obviously gave way to the “no, she is a fucking psychopath” reading, and oh man reading my way deeper and deeper into that feeling felt GOOD.

Anyway, I also sort of got attached to Nick, but only when he was thinking things like “Come back to me baby so I can fucking kill you,” so make of that what you will.

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