My taste in lit as I get older: contemporary, non-fiction, and preferably about economics - but always torrented and free.
Have a 9am class tomorrow but downloading trashy dance music of 2008 instead. These days I barely sleep because my brain automatically switches to a weird/wired mode after midnight. Thoughts like, “Hey, whatever happened to Cut Copy” is not a thing that should happen at 3am, if at all.
Adult women who wear chokers kind of piss me off. I mean, I get it. Y’all want to bring back the late ’90s. It was a good time. But it’s 2014 now. I think we can do better than
chokers weird neck things.
I hate Partition. I don’t even want to write a lengthy essay dissecting the ways in which I find it problematic, because I just hate everything about it. So If I start seeing it/hearing it everywhere in the coming weeks I will actually shoot myself in the vulva and you all should just unfollow me now.
Ah, this was me. I think the important thing is to realize that no matter what writers you deeply associate with, you always have the opportunity to change yourself. And alas, you will associate with other ones.
Stop reading Tao Lin.