Violently Happy

When you read the whole article that fails to prove what the abstract promised

I believe in fucking up, not down. I believe in taking pills instead of exercising to get thin. I prefer a lanky look as opposed to a beefy muscular one. I believe in wearing dirty white clothes, like a zanni from commedia dell’arte, or an old carpenter. I believe in messy makeup if you’re a girl, and looking like you’ve had sex all night. Lots of eyeliner. I don’t want men wearing those fancy shoes. Men should dress poor, and if women dress slutty, they shouldn’t worry about it. Women should stand around looking dumb and chewing gum. It’s a pretty look. And you should always hold your cigarette up to your face in photographs. Too many Huckleberry Finn hats these days. People aren’t glamourous enough. I’m a real narcissist, so I generally pay the most attention to myself. I think more people should be narcissistic, and dress to get attention. Ten years ago I was 19, wearing the exact same thing. Skimpy mini skirts in clubs. In ten years I’ll probably just be wearing vintage punk rock shirts and messy jeans. They’ll be the same shirts I have now, but they’ll all be worth like $500.

Do you regret the choices that brought you here?