[...] All of this disqualified him as a good person and a feminist, but he wasn't antifeminist either, more of a solipsist--and if solipsism was theory, then masturbation was practice.
[...] Penetration went ... okay, with some mistargeting, but then he began the missionary's lonely ordeal in the savage jungle. [...]
Linda was angry that they could settle so easily into prescribed social roles, down to the smallest exchange--arguments over buying single-ply toilet paper or refilling the Brita pitcher, then collapsing together to watch reality TV in silence, too exhausted to even make fun of it.
[...] For her first grad seminar in American modernism [...] building a thesis from her marginalia in As I Lay Dying ("SUFFOCATING IN PERSPECTIVE"). Contemporary writers were so shit-scared of moralizing that they delegated to their poor characters the responsibility for conveying their philosoph…
Without explicitly telling him, she moved in the next day, and found that he was a born lavisher: of back rubs and pharmaceuticals and his freezerful of weed. By day he was some Silicon Valley wanker, clearly grasping for purchased cool. It was embarrassing to date a boy who bought clothes at the s…
