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" I waited patiently- years- for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, yeah, he's a cool guy"

" men always say that as the defining compliment, don't they? She's a cool girl. Being the cool girl means I am 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. "

"I change personalities"

" nick loved a girl who didn't exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality."

He woke up one morning under a decrepit , dusty sign that read , why fucking bother?

I would have done anything to feel real again.

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.