What I'm Reading: 'Kill The Boy Band'
I'm more than halfway through Goldy Moldavsky's breezy satirical novel, Kill The Boy Band (about four teenaged girls who kidnap a member of a One Direction-esque band -- and things go horribly wrong), and I just came across this fun monologue delivered by the narrator, directed at a hipster hotel bartender:
"Don't you have a Kickstarter to fund or something? I don't have to sit here and listen to you. You don't know anything. You think you're so cool with your beard and your dollar-store philosophies about boy bands and life? You think you have anything to say about the experience of the modern American teenage girl? You have no fucking clue what it's like to be me or my friends. You don't know what we're capable of. So why don't you kindly fuck off!"
Methinks the author had a few things to get off her chest, and this was clearly her version of "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!" aimed directly at a patriarchal society that constantly condescends to women in nearly every facet of its popular culture.