There’s a certain heuristic online these days that stems from a somewhat impossible idea that every narrated experience should contain, account for, and address every other one out there. There is no breed of reaction that deadens me more, for example, than, ‘Great, but I wish this had been written from my perspective.’ And social media, generally, feels like the only place where an otherwise reasonable person might hear someone say, ‘Here’s how I feel about something that happened’ and immediately start screaming, ‘BUT WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY ABOUT ME.’
Jia Tolentino writing about Elena Ferrante, feminism, identity politics, and well, everything.
