This review was one of the first posts of yours that I ever read. It's what prompted me to subscribe. I'm still astounded that this novel exists—and worse, that apparently there's an audience for it.
I feel like it peeled off the facade to reveal the kind of world the Woke not only live in, but the kind of world they want us ALL to live in. The creepy infantilization of adults (made worse because it's so sexual). The way it sounds like it's written for 6-year-olds, and then suddenly gets into physical abuse for sexual pleasure. The creepy obsession with disability, dysfunction, and building an identity out of pathology. The way the characters don't have personalities, but they have intersectionality and fetishes. The way they try to embrace, maximize, and glory in their illnesses and syndromes.
This is their world. This is how they believe Good People(TM) live and think. When woke and queer texts are presented in schools, this is what they are trying to turn the next generation into.
The sheer performative exhaustion of this kind of life blows me away. The pedophiliac, creepy, sexual dysfunction makes me nauseous. The metamorphasis of normal relationships and friendships into constant sexual, abusive, dysfunctional power-struggles just makes me sad.
Yes, exactly. I remember calling my friend Josh (who hosts the Disaffected podcast; we are friends in real life) twice while reading this. I was so relieved. It affirmed for me that my understanding, from both my college experience in general and the mandatory diversity courses in particular, was correct. I did not imagine it, I did not exaggerate it -- I *fully* understood and if anything I underplayed it in my own head. I cried when I finished. It felt like having Zeus descend from Olympus and give me a certificate reading, "Demigod of Understanding."
This review was one of the first posts of yours that I ever read. It's what prompted me to subscribe. I'm still astounded that this novel exists—and worse, that apparently there's an audience for it.
I feel like it peeled off the facade to reveal the kind of world the Woke not only live in, but the kind of world they want us ALL to live in. The creepy infantilization of adults (made worse because it's so sexual). The way it sounds like it's written for 6-year-olds, and then suddenly gets into physical abuse for sexual pleasure. The creepy obsession with disability, dysfunction, and building an identity out of pathology. The way the characters don't have personalities, but they have intersectionality and fetishes. The way they try to embrace, maximize, and glory in their illnesses and syndromes.
This is their world. This is how they believe Good People(TM) live and think. When woke and queer texts are presented in schools, this is what they are trying to turn the next generation into.
The sheer performative exhaustion of this kind of life blows me away. The pedophiliac, creepy, sexual dysfunction makes me nauseous. The metamorphasis of normal relationships and friendships into constant sexual, abusive, dysfunctional power-struggles just makes me sad.
This is their world. This is their utopia.
Yes, exactly. I remember calling my friend Josh (who hosts the Disaffected podcast; we are friends in real life) twice while reading this. I was so relieved. It affirmed for me that my understanding, from both my college experience in general and the mandatory diversity courses in particular, was correct. I did not imagine it, I did not exaggerate it -- I *fully* understood and if anything I underplayed it in my own head. I cried when I finished. It felt like having Zeus descend from Olympus and give me a certificate reading, "Demigod of Understanding."