Giving Ender's Game to a child should be considered some type of crime.
@adorable-eggplant Natural History museums make awesome date spots and if it goes well you can make out behind a T-rex diorama and think about the circle of life.
@AEB I understand perfectly well what a personal essay is. I have no beef with how you spend your money. I couldn't care less in fact. That's the whole problem with the essay. Perhaps I could have better explained that my problem is with the character portrayed in the writing, not with your actual life, which is of course foreign to me. As for PTSD, I very much wish you godspeed in your recovery, but it doesn't make me like the essay any more. I've got PTSD and I don't expect it should make you appreciate my loudmouth comments either.
I won't address the "as a woman" stuff because that's beneath both of us.
@Scar892 If I lived in a thousand dollar apartment I wouldn't even go on the internet--I'd have my butler print out pictures of Ryan Gosling and bring them to me with my afternoon Pellegrino.
@hedgehogerie Well, I think the stuff about some unrelated murder leading to a shopping addiction is bullshit. I don't think it's categorically bullshit, it COULD happen, but I don't see any evidence in the piece that it did happen, given the insane way she writes about people and things here and elsewhere. Either she is a not very good writer trying to exploit the one interesting thing that has happened in her life, or a shockingly bad one trying to share the truth about what she's going through.
@Oh, squiggles I'm also going to reply to you up here, because reading this I think I get where you're coming from. I'm not angry at the concept of a post about object lust and how it hurts people, just the execution. What you just wrote is already miles better.
@Oh, squiggles I guess I'll answer for myself. I feel anger and pity in equal measure, because this is a person whose misery is entirely self-inflicted, and who has all the tools she needs to fix the problem, but refuses to learn from the experience, and then writes an essay about it where she falsely lets herself off the hook. My annoyance is compounded by the fact that her writing keeps showing up on my favorite blogs, each more horrifying than the last. And if the line "Ask me about my children, I'll tell you about headboard bunting" doesn't make your blood boil, we may just be too different to ever agree ;)
@S. Elizabeth okay thank you so much for saying that. This piece made me really angry too. And obviously, I am speaking about the writing, because I don't know this person, but from the way she writes it seems as if she doesn't have any feelings or point of view about anything except objects, which is not okay as an artist or a human being. Many people like nice things, many people are wounded by tragedies that don't directly affect them, many people get into debt, but the way she writes is more about exploiting these realities in other people than saying anything real about herself. That's what makes me angry. There are so many people writing about this stuff in a way that isn't totally bullshit so it grates to see this here. You can't "forgive yourself" if you're not even going to be honest with yourself.
Also, it's funny because a few times in the piece she talks about how "lucky" she is. No. She has some wonderful things: caring parents who helped her through school, opportunities I would kill for, but giving a writing fellowship to somebody with nothing to say is a cruelty. She'd be much better off working for Martha Stewart Living or struggling for a few years, building a grown-up soul.
@S. Elizabeth I actually find it even more appalling that she had an excellent education and paid writing opportunities handed to her on a silver platter over and over again, and yet she chooses to fill her head with Pottery Barn images and write this drivel. Who cares about 40k, what a waste of a life. I never thought I'd say this, but I think writing might be toxic for this person, so in love with images and dead to herself.
@Hellion of Troy What I mean to say is, the Patricia Bateman thing doesn't play if the murderer is only an acquaintance of the soulless consumer.