ratchedness as praxis.
I’m fascinated by the way the contemporary world has constructed this manic pixie dream girl (to use a term coined by Nathan Rabin) who flutters into the lives of men and changes them forever with her moodiness and mystery. This idea has become the kind of female Edward Cullen, and I am of course drawn to it myself but also really troubled by it, because I think it’s just a new kind of objectification of women. So I think I wrote about that in Paper Towns not because I saw it in my own life but because I saw it in my first novel, Looking for Alaska, and because in the years after writing that story, I became more and more troubled by the book’s failure to point out that, like, the idea of the manic pixie dream girl is not just a lie but a dangerous one that does disservice both to the person doing the imagining and the person being imagined.
Best way of explaining the indie-boy-behavior-inspired-by-(500)-Days-of-Summer that is epidemic.
well this is pretty fuckin relevant to my life. but people of all gender identities have done this to me.
i never understood why this archetype was interesting. she’s so free and whimsical and nonconformist! no, she’s moody and boring and her compact has more depth than she does. blargh.