/lit/ - Literature

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Girls are sullen, and self-protective, indulgent of things they begrudge others; they're insecure, overconfident yet always require someone else to pick up the slack lest they sink into an anomie of underachievement for which they don't seem to feel very much responsible---nor do they feel responsible for that anomie's redress except maybe in the case of, say, picking up an ineffectual hobby off and on like jogging, photography, painting an old chair they thrifted, drawing.) They're truly pathetic creatures, but not in a demeaning way. They can't help it, and are perfect objects of the blandest of literary tragedies, a la Bovary, Karenina etc. (Flaubert really pinned the butterfly to the setting board in that he also made Emma the star in her own imagined melodrama.) Sure there are some type A hawks, too, but they're less interesting as simple products of contemporary social norms (if by social one means the relations delineated by contemporary democracy/capitalism.)

(To the trannies: I've had enough sex that were going to disabuse me of these notions it would've done by now.)