God, this whole “A Girl You Should Date” essay is such special-snowflake, twee, smug bullshit.…
This is bothering me enough that I’m going to address specific points because I’m petty. Let’s start with this:
YEAH NO SHIT SHE’S GLARING AT YOU, YOU DICKBAG. YOU JUST SAT DOWN AT THE TABLE OF A STRANGER WHO IS FUCKING BUSY READING AND ACTED LIKE YOU ARE ENTITLED TO THEIR TIME AND CONVERSATION AND ATTENTION. FUCK YOU. This and similar has happened to me on more than one occasion and each time I can’t help but give the sitter-downer the most incredulous fucking look because, REALLY? I’M READING. Honestly, I feel way, way more inclined to chat with someone who’s hitting on me when I’m at, say, a bar.She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
THIS. A THOUSAND TIMES THIS. A MILLION TIMES. I used to get this all the time too when I was younger. Like my existence was only validated by someone noticing me and bothering me. This is why I spent most of my teenage years in my room and most of my young adulthood in my apartment. At least then I could read my book in peace.
woman, so like, yeah.
THOUSAND TIMES THIS. A MILLION TIMES....was younger. Like
I always felt strange after reading that essay. I really didn’t think I liked it.
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