“It's a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the
toilets of clubs saying, "Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn't
love me. He just couldn't deal with love. He was too fucked up to know
how to love me." Now, how did that happen? What was it about this
unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything,
eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that
anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some
way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping
madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll---then we call them
crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of
ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that
there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of
worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No.
Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the
time.” - Zadie Smith
And the opposite version:
It's a funny thing about the modern world. You hear men everywhere saying, "Yeah, she fucked off and left me. She didn't love me. She just couldn't deal with love. She was too fucked up to know how to love me." Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a blog, a seemingly rich guy or god forbid, a 'bad' boy who can fuck them like there's no tomorrow---then we call them
crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of
ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that
there might be something easier to love than us, something easier to develop. Hollywood, Disney and greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No.
Everybody deserves clean water. And good sex, yeah, that's pretty high on the list.
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