/lit/ - Literature

>>11176838
Sexual liberation means that sex is distributed to men by the Pareto principle. This type of inequality is insanely dangerous, even more so than financial inequality. People can get by with little money, but no sex? That will drive men to start shooting holes through your civilization, often quite literally. As long as there's enough residual money that they can buy flashlights and videogames the betas will keep quiet, but if the economy shits itself there will definitely be an uprising. All sorts of fringe political groups will be stuffed full of Elliot Rodgers whose main goal is vengeance. Islamists often fit the type, especially the European ones.

>>10039668
Alright guys, let me give you an excerpt of the story I'm working on since OP is a lost cause.

The beach was hot, but the water cool,
A deadly combination that would have Tyrone play the fool.

Tyrone had just finished his last day of summer school. He knew he wasn't book smart like all the white honor roll kids or his Uncle Tom teacher, Dr. Jones. Finishing a third session of MLK High's summer program only proved this point. But, he would be a senior and make his mom proud by graduating in the spring for whatever that'd be worth. Hell, senior year wasn't anything more than teenage babysitting at its core. Of course he could make something out of it if he planned to "further his education," but he wasn't interested and never had been. Tyrone thought college was a scam. You work and you die. How you make your money doesn't make a lick of different, so fuck it. There are always janitorial jobs and he damn well knew McDonald's hires 24/7, seven days a week. The beautiful thing about working a sucker job is that you can always say fuck it and pack up shop. Tyrone would never have to be a corporate kiss ass. He'd never have to worry about the job market being bad. He'd never have to hear a single, "GOODNESS ME, MICHAEL! WHERE ARE THOSE SPREADSHEETS? IT'S DARN NEAR 5 O'CLOCK!" As long as he wanted work, he'd find it. He wasn't stupid or lazy, not really. Tyrone was just uninspired. For some people the stars aren't worth reaching for. Even if he worked his ass off in school and went to college, the best he could hope to do is become another Dr. "Uncle Tom" Jones. He didn't want that. So when the bell rang and he walked down the steps of MLK High at the end of his third consecutive "Summer Learning Session," Tyrone wanted nothing more than enjoy the last few weeks before Fall Semester started back up.

He got a text and glanced down at his phone. "Beach?" his cousin had texted. Tyrone and everyone he knew were over 70 miles from the nearest beach, but what the hell. It beat sitting at home playing videogames with a busted A/C unit. He wrote back, "yo def. Wat time?" He had walked almost halfway back home and sweated all the way through his wife-beater before his cousin called to explain his family would be going out tomorrow morning to celebrate his dad getting paroled. The first thing his dad wanted to do after getting out was to smoke up some ribs and barbeque chicken on the beach like their grandad used to do back in the day. It was supposed to be an immediate-family only affair, but Tyrone had been like a brother to his cousin Marquis and Marquis urged his parents to bring is cousin along. So, Tyrone got the invite and agreed to be picked up the following day around Ten O'clock.

Tyrone got back home and was hit by a wall of heat as he opened the flimsy apartment door. As he sat down in his room and booted up the PS4, he thought his time on the beach couldn't come soon enough...

>>8439968
>he posts the negro speaks of rivers instead of Song for a dark girl

Right i rarely come here but i need a hand. I'm going away for a bit and i need a book, hopefully something different. I wanted something that would change the way i see the world i suppose, i know it's a difficult subject because everyone' different. if you can't think of anything then you can only read 1 book for the rest of your life, what is it?
TL;DR just fucking read it.

>>2260167
NEVER