everyone in the 80s was like fuck ending this song
one of my favorite ways to be hurtful on purpose is to pretend I’ve forgotten what kind of car a Tesla Guy drives each time he brings it up
the other day I referred to a Tesla Guy’s car as “the little white sedan” and I thought he was going to hit me with a folding chair
The other day at a tech bro party I called one “that new Prius” to the guy who owns it and an entire room of men fell silent. Three of his friends turned to reassure him I was joking.
I felt very powerful.
You are.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me — only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.
AMERICAN PSYCHO (2000) dir. Mary Harron













