"My taste in guys had gone from lame to dystopian."

>>8319124
I hate women and I'm fucking proud of it

>>8319126
They hate you too, faggot. Congrats.

>>8319148
Fuck off, roastwhore. You don't belong here

>>8319126
>hating women
That's unfortunate, man. I love women. They're beautiful and create the joyous gift of life, plus they follow the lead of men easily. It's why they make good accomplices. Hating a woman is like hating a newborn, it's not their fault that they have accidents.

>>8319124
If you’re a fan of the 90’s (and if you aren’t, you should be), if you liked The Lost Boys (and if you didn’t, shame on you. Watch it again and change your mind), and if you enjoy dark humor, pick up the book. You’ll probably be pretty entertained

Favorite Lines
>So I loved Libby, but in a vintage way. Like a childhood blanket, or my dad’s mac and cheese. A deep love, but not one you tap into on a daily basis. (Ebook, pg 25)
>Okay, no big deal, I’d just call Stiles…at his underground lair, where he most likely had Libby chained to a radiator and she was loving it. Stella gave me the number, which contained not even one six, let alone the three in a row I’d expected. (Ebook, pg 76)
>…I drew on so much eyeliner I looked like a sobbing drunk raccoon on a tequila bender… (Ebook pg 134)

Overall 4/5
And yes, this is another vampire book. I love them so much

>>8320198
How did you find this board and how can we prevent it from ever happening again?

>>8319124
This is /lit/core now?
There may be hope for this board after all..

>>8319124
Who recommended this to you? It doesn't look like the sort of thing any of the actual posters here would even know about.

>>8319124
>My taste in guys had gone from lame to dystopian
Sounds like it could be a pretty good parody

...it's not, is it?

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>>8319935
>They're beautiful
HOL UP

>>8319935
Only a male intellect clouded by the sexual drive could call the stunted, narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped and short-legged sex the fair sex: for it is with this drive that all its beauty is bound up.

More fittingly than the fair sex, women could be called the unaesthetic sex. Neither for music, nor poetry, nor the plastic arts do they possess any real feeling or receptivity: if they affect to do so, it is merely mimicry in service of their effort to please.

This comes from the fact that they are incapable of taking a purely objective interest in anything whatever, and the reason for this is, I think, as follows. Man strives in everything for a direct domination over things, either by comprehending or by subduing them. But woman is everywhere and always relegated to a merely indirect domination, which is achieved by means of man, who is consequently the only thing she has to dominate directly.

Thus it lies in the nature of women to regard everything simply as a means of capturing a man, and their interest in anything else is only simulated, is no more than a detour, i.e. amounts to coquetry and mimicry.