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Has anyone read Elizabeth Wurtzel's books? What's your opinion?

I remember reading Prozac Nation when it came out. Tbf, I ca...
claret dilemma
  12/06/16
very smart. not surprised she went to YLS
fiercely-loyal floppy lay
  12/06/16
Which one(s) did you read and what was smart about them?
claret dilemma
  12/06/16
she got into yale with a 160. she's brain dead.
charismatic metal theater
  12/07/16
So you believe a single standardized test says more than sev...
claret dilemma
  12/07/16
I read part of her "Prozac" book . I don't know wh...
heady flesh dingle berry juggernaut
  12/07/16
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claret dilemma
  12/07/16
my opinion is that she's going to die soon. I have canc...
vivacious jet-lagged lodge
  01/20/18
HAHA, cunt
dull community account laser beams
  01/20/18
I I I ME ME ME MY tumor. MY chemo. MY masectomy.
Outnumbered casino police squad
  01/20/18
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sable idiotic hunting ground theatre
  01/21/18
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vivacious jet-lagged lodge
  01/21/18


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Date: December 6th, 2016 11:43 PM
Author: claret dilemma

I remember reading Prozac Nation when it came out. Tbf, I can't remember a single word in the book or even the plot. All I remember is there was a lot of whining, that's pretty much the memories I have from that. Oh, and Harvard. In most pages.

Anyone read them and how did you like them?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3451567&forum_id=2#32074516)



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Date: December 6th, 2016 11:49 PM
Author: fiercely-loyal floppy lay

very smart. not surprised she went to YLS

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Date: December 6th, 2016 11:52 PM
Author: claret dilemma

Which one(s) did you read and what was smart about them?

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Date: December 7th, 2016 12:02 AM
Author: charismatic metal theater

she got into yale with a 160. she's brain dead.

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Date: December 7th, 2016 6:10 PM
Author: claret dilemma

So you believe a single standardized test says more than several best-selling books? LJL.

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Date: December 7th, 2016 12:08 AM
Author: heady flesh dingle berry juggernaut

I read part of her "Prozac" book . I don't know why I read any of it, to be honest. It was lying around at the time.

She knows a lot about music, for a woman (she was pop music critic at The New Yorker), so I respected that.

But the writing was the worst laugh-out-loud awful teen-girl dreck. So pathetic and silly.



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Date: December 7th, 2016 6:09 PM
Author: claret dilemma



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Date: January 20th, 2018 11:54 PM
Author: vivacious jet-lagged lodge

my opinion is that she's going to die soon.

I have cancer. Don't tell me you're sorry

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Everyone else can hate cancer. I don’t. Everyone else can be afraid of cancer. I am not, writes Elizabeth Wurtzel

I hate it when people say that they are sorry about my cancer.

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Really?

Have they met me? I am not someone that you feel sorry for. I am the original mean girl.

I now have stage-four upgrade privileges. I can go right to the front. But it’s always been like this.

I am a line-cutter.

Which is to say, I was precocious. I was early for history.

I was on Prozac when it was still called fluoxetine. I wrote a twentynothing memoir when there was no such thing. I got addicted to snorting Ritalin before there was Adderall. I was a riot girl, I was a do-me feminist, and I posed topless giving the world the finger on the cover of my second book.

I have always been the most impossible person ever.

I am the woman who made you scream that it’s a good thing New York City has gun control. I’m the one who made you yell that there oughtta be a law – a law to stop me from being my wretched self.

I am that person.

And now I have advanced breast cancer. Cue the sorries.

Seriously?

Sorry for what?

I’m not sorry about anything. I was never sorry when I said I was. Apologies are a courtesy.

I love to argue. I am in it for the headache.

I don’t need you to be on my side – I’m on my side.

A moment that changed me – my first chemotherapy session

Elizabeth Wurtzel

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Everyone is entitled to my opinion.

I love being controversial, because that’s the closest you get to everyone agreeing with you – the other choice is no one is paying attention.

I hate anodyne. I hate that word.

I am worse than cancer. And now I have cancer. All anyone can do is forgive me. Which is exactly what they have been doing all along.

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None of the stories I wrote down were nearly so fantabulous as the excuses I made for myself for being myself.

I am baroque. I am rococo. I am an onomatopoeia of explaining away.

There was the way I described how I ended up in Copenhagen by way Oslo when I was meant to be signing books and doing interviews in Stockholm – all because of a three-car accident that blocked off four lanes of traffic on the way to Newark Airport, which waylaid me to a fish-and-chips joint in Hoboken. I traveled to Scandinavia with bags of cocaine inserted in my diaphragm. That might have had something to do with taking a route not mapped out by Waze.

People forgave me for the reasons they forgive anybody who should just be defenestrated. They loved the stories, even if they did not believe them.

The stories we tell are, of course, all just excuses for being alive. We justify our existence by being entertaining.

I know, I know. It’s no fair. I already had it made, and now cancer is the big break I did not need.

Cancer is the excuse for everything. Now it’s as if cancer is the problem, and not me. It is the long game.

Yes, I know: most people are not happy about cancer. Shame on most people. You have a choice about how you see everything that happens to you.

You cannot choose how you feel, but you can choose your attitude.

Consider that Salman Rushdie married two beautiful women while living under a fatwa, which is a constant death threat. It was only after the Ayatollah came out against him that Salman went from literary writer to author of international bestsellers. And my friend Cyrus Habib lost his eyesight at age ten, but he still became a photographer – and a Rhodes scholar. And lieutenant governor of Washington. And maybe our first blind president?

We are human. Unlike other creatures, we live in narrative. We are conscious. If you make up the right story, it will be so.

I feel that if something is happening to me, it must be a good thing, so cancer must be a blessing.

I am like that. I am excited to be alive.

Advanced breast cancer is not a death sentence. In 2015, a drug called Ibrance was approved by the FDA on the fast track as a treatment. If you have watched network TV at all recently, you have seen it advertised, with a woman jogging with her dog and making salad with her kids and sitting in a gas-guzzling car with her husband. The commercials have shown up during Law & Order reruns and new episodes of 60 Minutes – and everywhere. It is a capsule I take most days with another pill.

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My jaywalking habit is worse for me than my disease. If I did not know that I have cancer, I would not know I have cancer. I have been taking pills every day for my mood disorders for a long time, so this is nothing new.

There was a moment after I got the diagnosis that I confronted my fear of death. It was a hot afternoon in early summer and I was alone on my bed. It must have been a Tuesday, because it was not distinct. I considered that modern medicine might fail me. It might. It could be that my stay here is brief. As I gave myself over to dread, all of me shook. My apartment faces north and is always dark, but my vision was whited out. I curled up.

I was scared exactly the way you would think.

It was so unsurprising.

Fear is so boring.

I’d seen this scene in a movie.

I let myself feel death by cancer for I don’t know how long. Not long. I did not like it.

And that was all. I was done.

I have to live with not knowing what will happen. Which makes me just like everybody else.

I have breast cancer as a result of the BRCA gene, so it was preventable. All Ashkenazi Jewish women should get tested for the BRCA mutation, we now know, because half the time there is no way to know that you have the gene, and one in forty Ashkenazi Jews carries it. At one time it bothered me that I have a disease I could have avoided through prophylactic mastectomy.

I don’t feel that way anymore. I like the person I am with cancer and because of cancer.

Yes, that thing happened. I evolved.

I am a student of curing the brokedown mirror that shards the brain.

I could measure my life in empty pill bottles.

Therapy and medication and lots of it saved me. I worked to get better. I am the Israelites in Mizraim with that. I subscribe to the whole collective mumbo jumbo, and all of it works. If you strive to save your own life, indeed you will.

When the breast radiologist told me I had cancer – she knew just by touching the mosquito-bite bump – I was standing up. She did not take me to the dead-girl couch, so I knew I would be all right.

I have never cried about breast cancer. It is not that kind of thing. It’s not like having a broken heart.

Everyone else can hate cancer. I don’t. Everyone else can be afraid of cancer. I am not. It is part of me. It is my companion. I live with it. It’s inside of me. I have an intimacy with cancer that runs deep.

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Cancer is so much like health – it is too many cells – that it is hard to cure without also extinguishing life. Cancer is excessive. It is growth run amok. It is a disease I understand.

Because of cancer, I have learned about the healthcare system, I have learned about biology and genetics, I have met people who struggle to stay alive, I have met people who save lives. I have learned to invest in biotech start-ups – ka-ching! I am engaged in a whole world that is of no interest to healthy people, and why should it be? They have better things to do. Mostly I feel sorry for people who have not been through what I have. Chemotherapy will show you what you are made of. I am stealth. I know things you don’t.

Do you know what I’m scared of? Nothing.

Cancer just suits me.

I am good in a fight. This one goes on for the rest of my life. But I have been fighting with myself in one way or another all along. I am used to it. I can’t think of a time when my mind or my body was not out to get me. I am at ease with this discomfort. I am a ballerina doing a pirouette with perfect turnout in toe shoes, and it does not even hurt anymore. I am elated. I love spinning this way. I would not have it otherwise.

I am a con artist and cancer is my final con.

Elizabeth Wurtzel is the author of Prozac Nation, Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women, and More, Now, Again

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/jan/20/cancer-elizabeth-wurtzel

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Date: January 20th, 2018 11:55 PM
Author: dull community account laser beams

HAHA, cunt

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Date: January 20th, 2018 11:59 PM
Author: Outnumbered casino police squad

I I I ME ME ME

MY tumor. MY chemo. MY masectomy.

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Date: January 21st, 2018 11:34 AM
Author: sable idiotic hunting ground theatre



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Date: January 21st, 2018 11:20 AM
Author: vivacious jet-lagged lodge



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