Remember that what you have is a neurological condition. It is genetically transmitted. It is caused by biology, by how your brain is wired. It is not a disease of the will, nor a moral failing, nor some kind of neurosis. It is not caused by a weakness in character, nor by a failure to mature. Its cure is not to be found in the power of the will, nor in punishment, nor in sacrifice, nor in pain. Always remember this. Try as they might, many people with ADD have great trouble accepting the syndrome as being rooted in biology rather than weakness of character.
What’s the worst thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now. You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank. Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term ‘mangina.’ Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up.
Full frontal feminism: a young women’s guide to why feminism matters, Jessica Valenti
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John Green is my hero.
I wonder if I can use “John Green is my hero. -Wil Wheaton” as a blurb on the back of The Fault in Our Stars. I LIKE YOU BACK, WIL WHEATON.
(Side story: I met Wil Wheaton was at the LA Times Festival of Books in 2010. When I told my friend Cecil Castellucci that Wil Wheaton, one of the coolest and funniest people on the Internet, was in the same room as me, she insisted upon introducing us. I was nervous and awkward, as I always am when meeting people I admire, and after 45 seconds skulked back toward the cheese table. Hopefully, Mr. Wheaton does not recall this.)
p.s. I continue to partially disavow this quote. i.e., I think there are a variety of compelling reasons to be alive. More on this forthcoming in The Fault in Our Stars.
