sometimes i think i need to recover to be successful but then i look at people like elizabeth wurtzel and cat marnell and realise that actually, no i don’t
- Random House: What are you feelings about the current state of feminism? Do you consider yourself a feminist?
- Wurtzel: Yeah, I do. It seems like there's different people expressing different opinions; it doesn't seem like such a unified front at this point.
- Random House: Is that part of a healthy debate?
- Wurtzel: I think there is a healthy debate going on. But I think, unfortunately, it doesn't come from such a passionate place anymore. There's so much politicking involved in it, and posturing. I'll see Naomi Wolf on television periodically, I have nothing against her and what she says, but I'll feel that she's a politician, like she's got an agenda to get across and that she doesn't always say what's really true or exactly what she feels. She kind of has this need to make herself appealing, and I think, personally, she makes herself unappealing that way. It's rather dry and bland. On the other hand, I feel like Camille Paglia, who has a lot of interesting things to say in print, sounds just whacked out of her mind to me when I watch her. Feminism is a good venue for getting yourself across as much as for getting your point across.
Cat has a six-figure book deal now apparently. I am so going to get prescribed Adderall the next time I see the doctor. You know, FOR MY CAREER.
The Apotheosis of David Foster Wallace, Trevor Quirk
Geez, this is a SATIRICAL blog.
Rude, are you trying to say Lizzie doesn’t know how to attempt suicide properly? Because she knows how to cut, and the soundtrack she’d use, thank you. I bet you wouldn’t even score yours, poser.
Omg Lizzie hath blessed us with a new article in the Atlantic. Let me get my popcorn and my judging slippers.
This was a reference to one of Elizabeth’s Wurtzel’s articles in which she states that belief. This is a satirical blog about Wurtzel’s work and public persona. This is definitely NOT my view.
I believe women who are supported by men are prostitutes, that is that, and I am heartbroken to live through a time where Wall Street money means these women are not treated with due disdain.
Happy International Women’s Day! Unless you’re supported financially by a man. Then you are a prostitute and its kind of a gray area.
Those born on July 31 take a special interest in what it means to be a human being. Philosophical and moral questions concerning the nature of humanity absorb them, especially where unusual and abnormal aspects of people are concerned.
[…]July 31 people have a great need to share and communicate what they have learned. […]there is a marked descriptive or visual talent associated with those born on this day.
[…]As family members they are not infrequently the subject of controversy and the object of criticism. Some July 31 people may even choose to live alone precisely for this reason; it is as if they are too much involved with mankind in general to have time for a great deal of personal interaction.
Those born on this day generally have a practical, realistic outlook but may tend at times toward the pessimistic. If their assessment of life around them becomes overly negative and then gets turned inward, it can make for true unhappiness. Thus the realism of July 31 people can be valuable and healthy but must never become a destructive negativity. Those born on this day must remind themselves that the immediate world around them can be greatly improved through their efforts, and that their dedication to more universal social issues may be of less usefulness. Perhaps practicing daily acts of kindness themselves constitutes their best chance of becoming the ideal human being they so greatly admire.” —
Eerily accurate from my view.
Thanks! Props to the name
What is your favorite chapter? Everyone can reply to this as well.
My instinct would be to say Drinking In Dallas (chapter 7) or Black Wave (chapter 5), but what I actually have highlighted the most is chapter 14, Think of Pretty Things, which is good and bad.
I have never personally spoken to Lizzie, but I have messaged her on Twitter when I had one and I know she has read this blog at least once. Hopefully she secretly checks it every day. :) Love you, Lizzie!
Inasmuch as Prozac Nation sets out to make broad or generalizable points about the nature of society, the family, youth culture, politics, or whatever, it fails roundly. As the memoir of Wurtzel’s troubled coming of age it might have some sort of appeal, if only a prurient and very limited one, especially to those familiar with the Harvard-specific sites of her antics. But even the interest that inheres in a peer’s extravagances is undercut by the fact that Wurtzel is neither a good writer nor an appealing individual. She comes off as an irritating, solipsistic brat. Wurtzel is interested not in depression as a phenomenon, but in her own depression, so her narrative will contain little interest even for depressed Harvard students, who would seem to be the perfect audience. Wurtzel views everything through the prism of her personal hell, so everything ends up being about her, including a lot of things that shouldn’t be. For example, she imagines her lover lost somewhere in Uruguay, “a country that lends itself very well to the vagaries and paranoias of fiction because life and death is everywhere in Latin America,” which is just silly.” —“Prozac Nation: Elizabeth Wurtzel’s Unofficial Guide to Whining—THIS GIRL MAY BE DEPRESSED, BUT SHE KNOWS HOW TO PARTY”, by Erica L Werner, in the Harvard Crimson, September 29th, 1994 (via marginalutilite)
Consideration should be given to Bitch, Wurtzel’s sloppy, often absurd, yet somehow compelling examination of women that both the mainstream and most feminisms disavow.
Elizabeth Wurtzel’s Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women has absorbed more critical venom than any book since, well, Elizabeth Wurtzel’s Prozac Nation.
People bitch about Elizabeth Wurtzel but I think Prozac Nation is the main book that helped me come to terms with my depression/BPD and I have a lot to be grateful to her for that.
I don’t know if this is directly Cat Marnell-related or indirectly Cat Marnell-related (in no world is it unrelated to Cat Marnell), but I read some random shits this week about the potential and relative value of writing from inside an experience, rather than, I guess, from around it or past it. And every person on my Twitter feed was very “What’s yr deal, Elizabeth Wurtzel?” even though she had just explained her deal, in detail! And then sometimes also parsing, in quick bits, the ego and intentions of Lena Dunham, there less “What’s yr deal” and more “Let me tell you about yr deal” which is the diff between 26 or whatever and 40 or whatever.
I like this in a HAHAHAHAHAHA kind of way because what it presumes, that anyone with some distance (…) is somehow and necessarily in a better position to reflect on the meaning of transgression (than the currently transgressing! HOW?!), is both incorrect (which is no big deal) and ungenerous and self-important (bigger deals).
Coming from a place, in memoir or whatever else, of I-don’t-know!-ness, of vulnerability and conflict and nuance, is so much more interesting and important and legitimate, and should be important to people who front as arbiters of authenticity.
and bought Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel…in hindsight, I probably should have bought Manifesta instead, but I’ve never read a shallow faux-feminist book before, so I’m interested to see what I’ll find.
Please, the authors of Manifesta probably didn’t even do any coke while they wrote it.
With Sarfraz Manzoor? I don’t think I have heard that one, not sure how to best find podcasts and the like. I usually do an intensive search of Google News once a week, but this has led me to some unearthed gems. Thanks!
I am. I first read PN in high school more at the beginning of my struggle with depression. I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but the more time that passes, the more insight I think Lizzie had. When I get in a bad depressive spiral, I go back and read some of the chapters, especially Drinking in Dallas and Black Wave.
Glad to see another devotee!
Or else: There is the thrill of loving for a little while—a night, a week, a month, even a year—and then loving stops, just like that, in the coldest, blankest way, a screen going snowy at the end of a movie. There is no yelling, only silence—the kind in a Carole King song: the phone that doesn’t ring, or the words you didn’t say that you think of on the staircase spiraling down once the door is locked behind, or maybe even months later.” —Elizabeth Wurtzel
Failure to Launch: When Beauty Fades
May 20th, 2009 (via marilyndimaggio)