For many of these women, the reading experience begins from a place of seething rage. Take Sara Marcus’ initial impression of Jack Kerouac: “I remember putting On the Road down the first time a woman was mentioned. I was just like: ‘Fuck. You.’ I was probably 15 or 16. And over the coming years I realized that it was this canonical work, so I tried to return to it, but every time I was just like, ‘Fuck you.’” Tortorici had a similarly visceral reaction to Charles Bukowski: “I will never forget reading Bukowski’s Post Office and feeling so horrible, the way that the narrator describes the thickness of ugly women’s legs. I think it was the first time I felt like a book that I was trying to identify with rejected me. Though I did absorb it, and of course it made me hate my body or whatever.” Emily Witt turned to masculine texts to access a sexual language that was absent from books about women, but found herself turned off by their take: “many of the great classic coming-of-age novels about the female experience don’t openly discuss sex,” she says in No Regrets. “I read the ones by men instead, until I was like, ‘I cannot read another passage about masturbation. I can’t. It was like a pile of Kleenex.”

This isn’t just about the books. When young women read the hyper-masculine literary canon—what Emily Gould calls the “midcentury misogynists,” staffed with the likes of Roth, Mailer, and Miller—their discomfort is punctuated by the knowledge that their male peers are reading these books, identifying with them, and acting out their perspectives and narratives. These writers are celebrated by the society that we live in, even the one who stabbed his wife. In No Regrets, Elif Bautman talks about reading Henry Miller for the first time because she had a “serious crush” on a guy who said his were “the best books ever,” and that guy’s real-life recommendation exacerbated her distaste for the fictional. When she read Miller, “I felt so alienated by the books, and then thinking about this guy, and it was so hot and summertime … I just wanted to kill myself. … He compared women to soup.”

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samwhys:

yahoneydip:

This fucking woman

i love you?

This woman is my favourite
daffodil-salvation:

samwhys:

yahoneydip:

This fucking woman

i love you?

This woman is my favourite
daffodil-salvation:

samwhys:

yahoneydip:

This fucking woman

i love you?

This woman is my favourite
daffodil-salvation:

samwhys:

yahoneydip:

This fucking woman

i love you?

This woman is my favourite

daffodil-salvation:

samwhys:

yahoneydip:

This fucking woman

i love you?

This woman is my favourite

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all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…


all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.ten, my love…

all the things i ship ★ pacey witter and joey potter

this is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. this is about how when we go to the movies and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so i don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. and this is about how just last week, when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so i would know the correct path. you taught me how to drive. and last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet i was wearing was my mom’s. you kissed me first, sweetheart. the second time, you counted to ten before doing it again just in case i wanted to stop you. you bought me a wall. we were alone on a boat for three months and you understood without a word why i wasn’t ready. do you have to ask me now why i am? pace, i’m gonna count to ten…and then i’m going to start kissing you. and if you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me.
ten, my love…

(via tacos)