Post: #1

The author of Prozac Nation writes an essay about herself, and uses the word "I" over 100 times. She's 45, never married, thinks she's hot, admits to being promiscuous, is angry and demanding and screams at people, and lives with cats.

A real catch here fellas.





From wikipidea:

Prozac Nation (sub-titled Young and Depressed in America: A Memoir), an autobiography by Elizabeth Wurtzel, was published in 1994. The book describes the author's experiences with major depression, her own character failings and how she managed to live through particularly difficult periods while completing college and working as a writer. The title refers to the antidepressant medication Prozac.[1]

The book was adapted into an independent film of the same name starring Christina Ricci and released in 2001.

I was going to bold every time she used the word "I" but it would have been way too much work.

Quote:I Refuse To Be A Grown-Up
NOV. 19, 2013 By ELIZABETH WURTZEL


I went to a party in Williamsburg, where I definitely do not live, and was 50 percent older than anyone else. When I told a gentleman that I am 45, he was shocked. He wondered what I know that Ponce de Leon did not. Mainly it is a refusal to be a grown-up. Or just having missed the leading milestones. I have never been married, which has spared me the unhappiness of that, and the misery of a divorce. Or two. Or three. I don’t have kids, so I don’t invest energy in telling people how gifted my children are, or in figuring out how deep into the spectrum of autism they fall—nor do I turn over my hard-earned cash to SAT tutors and Mandarin coaches. Of course, I have been deprived of the pleasure of breastfeeding my baby on a barstool in a Park Slope tavern while nursing a Campari and soda, but I will survive the privation. (And it may yet happen.) Evasion and avoidance are hallmarks of youth.

I have been very promiscuous, sometimes with men I get to know better and sometimes with men I never see again, but the pleasure is mine. I did too many drugs until enough was enough, but I would not have missed it for all the drugs I haven’t done since. I am preternaturally truthful. I scream and yell about what bothers me. I promptly apologize when I am wrong, and sometimes when I am not, sometimes just to make things better: Love means having to say you are sorry quite a lot, actually. I spend money like it is going out of style, which it is. I wear very short skirts and very high heels whenever it is appropriate, and sometimes when it is not. I have far too many pairs of jeans and platform boots. Oh well. I don’t eat meat, and I eat lots of salad: boring. I drink red wine—never white, which does not count—but not for breakfast anymore: boring. I love a great cocktail—I especially love the kinds with blueberries or pomegranates in them that no serious drinker would countenance. What is so great about being serious? I used to do cocaine and go running; now I just go running. I am fiercely loyal. I am vicious when necessary, sometimes just for fun. I put Vitamin E on my lips. I solve most problems with duct tape, and most problems can be solved with duct tape. I tell people what I need. I insist. I say what I want, which is the same as what I need. I choose my principles over my desires. But I will lose an argument over a matter of principle sooner than I will give in over a matter of honor: My honor is my deepest principle, and I will be damned if anyone is going to be disrespectful, even or especially for dumb reasons.

Sometimes, maybe even a lot, I say things that are ridiculous. Sometimes I am ridiculous. There are worse things.

I live with a wolf and a panther—actually, a dog and a cat, both black, both very wild, it’s better that way. I am interested. I am interested in everything, except the things that aren’t interesting, which is too much lately. When I meet someone new, I don’t ask about his job, and I try to avoid finding out for as long as is possible, because what you do for a living is not who you are: I have dated enough bartenders and, worse, lawyers to know that. I wear sunscreen during the day and Retin-A at night. I do what I want. I don’t do what other people want me to do. Sometimes I don’t do things I want to do because someone else wants me to do them too badly. I am just that way: I cannot be bossed around. I listen carefully when someone is talking to me. I ask for help. I offer to help.

I have never been a member of Congress, or any other elected body. I have never spent days arguing over one or two percentage points that don’t matter while lives really do hang in the balance—I mean: by nooses, from rafters, in barely lit basements, for real, out of actual despair, because of the failure of what is not a system at all. I have never voted Republican, but I have never voted Democratic either—I always vote for the Liberal candidate, because I am liberal, very liberal, very very very liberal. (I even voted for Giuliani that way.) I have never been a pundit, so I don’t say the same things everyone else is saying, and then keep saying them repeatedly, redundantly, over and over again, on and on, on TV. I don’t make predictions about trivial matters or even about important matters, because what is the point? We will know soon enough. I do not worry about what is going to happen; I enjoy what is happening. We will know which way the wind blows the weathervane when it starts spinning. Sure enough: Susan Rice is not Secretary of State. Only an idiot would have predicted that such a thing could possibly come to pass. Only an idiot would prognosticate at all. Such activities only give you gray hair. I am going to die a dirty blonde. A very dirty blonde.

This seems a good time to mention something about my voting record: My ex-boyfriend, who works for the government, tells me that the Liberal Party in New York was just a money-making scheme for some crooked politician, and really it would have been better if I had not cast so many ballots as I did. Apparently, this is the way of third parties. It is, of course, the way of political parties in general. Don’t you get the feeling that they are all money-making schemes for some crook? I kind of do. But more to the point, I would love my ex-boyfriend to take a stroll through my home, and tell me what of all that I own—including the rented apartment I don’t own—is not essentially a money-making scheme for some crooked person somewhere. My iPad, my iPhone, my iBook, my iJail: I am Steve Jobs’ bitch in so many ways, and my world is cluttered with stuff that I need or don’t, but excepting my very wonderful fake chinchilla comforter which is warm and wonderful—part Arctic Circle, part Nevada Whorehouse—I can think of few things that have made me quite so happy as I am when voting on the Liberal ticket. Because I like doing what I want. And I will let the train in vain of corrupt politicians run down someone else’s track. I have learned that most things are not my problem.

Nothing is more bracing than not being concerned about what other people think. I have no idea why anyone cares. Trust me: No one is looking. I know: I am looking. People are self-involved. They are all waiting for you to ask about how gifted their kids are. I wish people were judging each other a great deal more, and more carefully, but they are not. Knowing this, I have no trouble being myself. It works well. I will die screaming.

Post: #2

She looks good for her age, though.

Not that it would be worth the inevitable false rape accusation, of course.

Post: #3

She really is completely obsessed with herself. It's nauseating to read. Look how hard she tries to convince us that she's a unique snowflake. And yet she utterly fails to do so, only confirming that in reality she's just like every other middle-aged spinster: promiscuous, self-absorbed, a spendthrift, liberal, Apple-obsessed and a complete emotional wreck.

Women literally go insane if they don't have the stability of a man in their life, or the purpose provided by motherhood. They just lose themselves in their own minds, overcome by their solipsism. Without a husband and children, the middle-aged and beyond women literally has no purpose for existence. She is just sort of there, consuming resources for her own enjoyment. This ultimately leads to extreme self-loathing, which this woman is undoubtedly experiencing, hence her need to write this essay in order to prove otherwise. People who actually like themselves and their lives don't feel the need to write essays about how great and happy they are. This woman does, because deep down she absolutely loathes her life, herself and the choices she's made.

I honestly would not be surprised if this woman commits suicide in the next 10 years. Once the last of her looks fade, she will literally be left with nothing but cats, wine and memories of her youthful whoredom. That's some serious existential weight, and if it doesn't crush her entirely it will drive her completely insane.

Another wasted life. Another victim of feminism.

Post: #4

This essay is indistinguishable from the typical OKCupid profile

Post: #5

What about this line:

"I am vicious when necessary, sometimes just for fun."

She admits to getting her rocks off by being a cunt to people.

Post: #6

I read her follow-up to "Prozac Nation" ("More, Now, Again") which is her first-person account of her life during the publishing process of "PN". She gets clean from the 4 or 5 substances that she had been abusing only to become addicted to other "substances" (in this case, Adderall and, amusingly enough, porn). Throughout, she becomes involved with a few loser guys, one ends up knocking her up and she goes through the abortion-process in a non-nonchalant manner. As one would expect, it's all about her, how she is so much different and so much smarter, and so much more special than everyone else. She just suffers from an "addictive personality".

If you've ever read one of Brett Easton Ellis' books, namely "Less than Zero", "Glamorama", or "Rules of Attraction", I liken her to one of the secondary characters. One of those kids who grew up in the privileged social circle, parents sent her to a nice college, funded her partying lifestyle. Just like those kids, she has one distinguishing trait (her above-average writing ability) that warrants her any kind of attention, but otherwise, she just lives in the over-drugged, lack of substance lifestyle. Unfortunately, like the characters in these books, she thinks that she is cultured and has something to say where she actually is just spouting drivel. Because of her above-average writing ability, we are all subjected to this drivel

Post: #7

scorpion Wrote:Women literally go insane if they don't have the stability of a man in their life, or the purpose provided by motherhood.

I agree with this to a degree of about 50%.

The other 50% of me thinks women age and think just fine if they live in the real world, i.e. not this bizzaro feminist creation where they are shielded from all consequences of their decision and pumped up full of other people's money and artificial self-esteem.

Will have to wait for the collapse to test the theory, I guess.

Post: #8

(12-08-2013 02:01 PM)scorpion Wrote:  Women literally go insane if they don't have the stability of a man in their life, or the purpose provided by motherhood. They just lose themselves in their own minds, overcome by their solipsism. Without a husband and children, the middle-aged and beyond women literally has no purpose for existence.

Another wasted life. Another victim of feminism.

Feminists have a slogan "A women needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle." Our young women in university are having this drilled into their head day in and day out and need to be warned. They need to see the consequences of that mind set. They need to see what this women in the OP has become. They need to see that woman knitting a vaginal scarf.

No one would choose these two women's lives with eyes wide open.

Post: #9

(12-08-2013 02:01 PM)scorpion Wrote:  Women literally go insane if they don't have the stability of a man in their life, or the purpose provided by motherhood. They just lose themselves in their own minds, overcome by their solipsism. Without a husband and children, the middle-aged and beyond women literally has no purpose for existence.

As i get older, I ponder why we dared to question the wisdom of our 'elders'.

Times gone by, and I discount the scientific merit of tomes such as the bible, but when examined about its view and treatment of people. They are wrapped up in abstract fables, but they stil possess the words of wise minds who figured this shit out, and passed down oral knowledge.

Women now cannot love others, because they are too much in love with themselves.

As you said, with their emotional development malformed, and narcissim shaping thier minds that all love should be directed to them, they cannot, as you say function to fulfil their natural role as a nurturing mother and wife.

dusty Wrote:Feminists have a slogan "A women needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."

A woman who would have been about 6-7 years older than me asked me to give up my seat to her on the train.

I replied "You need my seat like a fish needs a bicycle". She couldn't counter, but you could tell that was not to her approval.

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Post: #11

(12-08-2013 09:05 PM)T and A Man Wrote:  

dusty Wrote:Feminists have a slogan "A women needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."

A woman who would have been about 6-7 years older than me asked me to give up my seat to her on the train.

I replied "You need my seat like a fish needs a bicycle". She couldn't counter, but you could tell that was not to her approval.

WHAT A DAGGER. I'm keeping this one.

Post: #12

(12-08-2013 02:19 PM)Dusty Wrote:  What about this line:

"I am vicious when necessary, sometimes just for fun."

She admits to getting her rocks off by being a cunt to people.

This is standard procedure for many American women. It's what happens when they're shielded from the consequences of their actions.

Amazing that a published author can come up with such a nonsensical paragraph:

Quote: I live with a wolf and a panther—actually, a dog and a cat, both black, both very wild, it’s better that way. I am interested. I am interested in everything, except the things that aren’t interesting, which is too much lately. When I meet someone new, I don’t ask about his job, and I try to avoid finding out for as long as is possible, because what you do for a living is not who you are: I have dated enough bartenders and, worse, lawyers to know that. I wear sunscreen during the day and Retin-A at night. I do what I want. I don’t do what other people want me to do. Sometimes I don’t do things I want to do because someone else wants me to do them too badly. I am just that way: I cannot be bossed around. I listen carefully when someone is talking to me. I ask for help. I offer to help.

All that Prozac must have given this bitch a fucking lobotomy.

Post: #13

Ugly bitch is a lawyer too, ftw! Yale, in case you were wondering.

Post: #14

(12-08-2013 11:37 PM)not_dead_yet Wrote:  Ugly bitch is a lawyer too, ftw! Yale, in case you were wondering.

Yale to Boies Schiller, no less. Although it took her a few tries to pass the bar.

She only scored a 160 LSAT. Not exactly a logical heavyweight.

Post: #15

That was truly agonizing to read. Genuinely one of the worst things ever. It's like a not-very-imaginative parody. Nearly everything she's says about herself is a threadbare cliche. Untrained, spoiled pets. Check. Slavish devotion to Apple products. Check. Hamstering slut. Check. Inflated perception of own appearance. Check. Rabid, undiscriminating consumer. Check. I literally don't think there's anything in her solipsistic article that isn't a 'sphere cliche. I'm actually surprised she doesn't realize how incredibly generic her sex and the city persona is. It's so lacking in original details that I almost suspect it isn't true at all and she (poorly) made it all up to appeal to her target audience.

Post: #16

Is she a New York Jew? Lately I've cottoned on to their style and started googling when I hear this kind of thing, I'm usually right.

Post: #17

Fucked up teeth, she British? Coffee to get that shade of grey?

Post: #18

Interesting quote from her in a recent Playboy piece, 12 Feminists on the Best and Worst of Sexual Liberation in America:

In love, there is no equality. I'm a hardcore feminist, so if I am saying that, it must be true. Living with a man means picking up his dirty socks and bringing him coffee and pastries in bed, and it means he always comes, even if you don't. The reason it is crucial that women make a lot of money and have a lot of power in the public sphere is that it is not going to happen in private, if they love men. I know this. I drive a hard bargain as a writer and a lawyer. David Boies is one of the most powerful men in the world, and he will tell you that I don't work for him—he works for me. But when it comes to love and the men I love, I am a slave. It is a pleasure to serve: I love being in love. That's just the way it is.

Post: #19

(12-08-2013 09:05 PM)T and A Man Wrote:  

(12-08-2013 02:01 PM)scorpion Wrote:  [quote='dusty']Feminists have a slogan "A women needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."

A woman who would have been about 6-7 years older than me asked me to give up my seat to her on the train.

I replied "You need my seat like a fish needs a bicycle". She couldn't counter, but you could tell that was not to her approval.

Post: #20

(02-11-2014 04:59 PM)delicioustacos Wrote:  Interesting quote from her in a recent Playboy piece, 12 Feminists on the Best and Worst of Sexual Liberation in America:

In love, there is no equality. I'm a hardcore feminist, so if I am saying that, it must be true. Living with a man means picking up his dirty socks and bringing him coffee and pastries in bed, and it means he always comes, even if you don't. The reason it is crucial that women make a lot of money and have a lot of power in the public sphere is that it is not going to happen in private, if they love men. I know this. I drive a hard bargain as a writer and a lawyer. David Boies is one of the most powerful men in the world, and he will tell you that I don't work for him—he works for me. But when it comes to love and the men I love, I am a slave. It is a pleasure to serve: I love being in love. That's just the way it is.

She tries to come off as a giver, as if she is destined by biology to actually act like a women despite herself. Truth is these women never are, no matter how romantic i.e. lustful these women are, try to love a feminist and you get a feminist at the end of the day.

(02-11-2014 04:59 PM)scorpian Wrote:  Women literally go insane if they don't have the stability of a man in their life, or the purpose provided by motherhood. They just lose themselves in their own minds, overcome by their solipsism. Without a husband and children, the middle-aged and beyond women literally has no purpose for existence. She is just sort of there, consuming resources for her own enjoyment. This ultimately leads to extreme self-loathing, which this woman is undoubtedly experiencing, hence her need to write this essay in order to prove otherwise. People who actually like themselves and their lives don't feel the need to write essays about how great and happy they are. This woman does, because deep down she absolutely loathes her life, herself and the choices she's made.

True, but these women tend to become real alcoholics. The most severe alcoholics I know these days are not grizzled grumpy men, but single never married kid-less 33+ women, 40+ its even worse. Guzzling a bottle of wine a night is nothing after work. Its a sign of the times when the NFL wears pink, and my tolerance is lower than hers.

Post: #21

At first I confused this with "Listening to Prozac", actually a really good book by a psychiatrist from around the time Prozac first became popular.

Post: #22

(12-09-2013 12:57 AM)lurker Wrote:  

(12-08-2013 11:37 PM)not_dead_yet Wrote:  Ugly bitch is a lawyer too, ftw! Yale, in case you were wondering.

Yale to Boies Schiller, no less. Although it took her a few tries to pass the bar.

She only scored a 160 LSAT. Not exactly a logical heavyweight.

How did she get in to Yale law with a mediocre LSAT?

Post: #23

I'm going to be sending this to a particular girl with skrillex hair I know...

Sharp mind. Great body. But she spends most of her days hanging out with a bunch of degenerate GLBTs, doing drugs in the basement, and hating God.

Post: #24

(02-12-2014 01:38 AM)iknowexactly Wrote:  

(12-09-2013 12:57 AM)lurker Wrote:  

(12-08-2013 11:37 PM)not_dead_yet Wrote:  Ugly bitch is a lawyer too, ftw! Yale, in case you were wondering.

Yale to Boies Schiller, no less. Although it took her a few tries to pass the bar.

She only scored a 160 LSAT. Not exactly a logical heavyweight.

How did she get in to Yale law with a mediocre LSAT?

Remember, she went to Harvard, had serious connections and had already published her book (Prozac Nation) a decade prior.

From her Wiki:

Quote:In 2004, she applied to Yale Law School and was accepted despite the fact that "… Her combined LSAT score of 160 was, as she put it, 'adequately bad' … 'Suffice it to say I was admitted for other reasons,' Ms. Wurtzel said. 'My books, my accomplishments.'…"[8] She received her J.D. in 2008, but failed the New York bar exam the first time she took it. Wurtzel sparked controversy in the legal community by holding herself out as a lawyer in interviews, even though she was not licensed to practice law in any jurisdiction at the time.[9] However, Wurtzel passed the February 2010 New York State bar exam,[10] and was employed at Boies, Schiller & Flexner in New York City for some time. As of June 2012, she is no longer listed as an attorney with that firm.[11] In July 2010, she wrote a proposal in the Brennan Law Center blog for abolishing bar exams.[12

Post: #25

Quote:Women literally go insane if they don't have the stability of a man in their life, or the purpose provided by motherhood

This is true, I remember my math teacher in high school in Vietnam and Japanese phys ed teacher in my school, both over 30 and single the last time I saw them seem like they were going insane slowly in front of my eyes.