Sublime

But if women tend to do anything in packs it’s insisting that their idiosyncratic pathologies are a common girl thing, in my experience. Which is just mine. On the other hand, I do respect any essay that does not do the, to my mind, usually cowardly thing of digging up a study that can be plausibly interpreted to say you’re right according to scien

“Charlie was despairing over whether he would ever meet anyone else. ‘How can I find somebody? Out of twenty million people in California, half are women. Of these ten million, only two million are of an appropriate age. From that group, a million and a half would be married, leaving five hundred thousand. Three hundred thousand of them are too dum

The real scam is that being bones isn’t enough either. The game is rigged. There is no perfection.

Some people are validation junkies, addicted to the likes and shares, the digital pats on the back. But I get my highs from the hit of underestimation. Give me a “meh” and I’ll make you eat it. Disregard me and I’ll show you. I get a rise out of proving people wrong. During the many

“Men,” she said. “Ella, my mother, she says the odds are good around here, but the goods are odd. ’Cept they aren’t odd, usually. More like too ordinary.”

“She’s cold as ice,” said Ray. “You had to buy words by the vowel. An obvious complete fucking weirdo.”