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Running oldcel game truly is the patrician’s choice

>someone reads the new yorker so much that they can't read this until next month

lel

Looks like house of leaves

>Running out of free articles because you actually read the New Yorker
>lel

if you want to prove you're not just posting clickbait for the new yorker/author, post a screencap. you're shillposting and that's against the rules on all boards.

you've to prove it worthwhile art, enough to fuck the author and publisher over for, rather than expect Veeky Forums to give the new yorker views for what's probably a mediocre story not worth screencapping.

Authorial intent: www.newyorker.com/books/this-week-in-fiction/fiction-this-week-kristen-roupenian-2017-12-11/amp

scribd.com/document/366773966/cate-person-lel

here fags

thanks dude

jesus christ she tells the entire story in the passive voice as if there was no mutual attraction and life is some sort of process that simply happens to her

the ending was pretty great though

Two and a half sentences and I'm already completely uninterested, very nice.

Good read. Thanks for posting.

I'm OP of second thread, got a 2 day ban for global rule 8, I'm sure you'll be banned in the next hour.

This was good, and extremely accurate. Even as a younger guy who is social well adjusted, I still feel this nagging fear of being like Robert. I probably spend too much time on here.

Despite the author's 'panafrican feminist victimisation dance theory' intentions masked under the veil of an impartial third person narration which merely serves as a projector for the female protagonist's point of view, she had enough talent to have stumbled upon something revealing.

I think the piece reveals two pathologies. The sexually inexperienced male, infantilised by his inadequacies and insecurities, who self-medicates with his image of what a mature man his age should behave like. Self-prescribed medication rarely works, so he naturally reverts back to his broken self when rejected.

Then you have the narcissist female who sees her partner as a mere projector of her ideal of the male gaze. She is to fine tune his lens until the image behind his retina conforms to her desire.

These traits are common in every man and female, but pathologised in these two characters. The author unknowingly stumbled upon a contemporary tragedy.

What's even more tragic is her readership's response. Conversely, Veeky Forums's unequivocal siding with the male character.

Pretty sad.

Good post.

Thank you, I wasn't expecting to react so viscerally to the story. What bugs me is the reactions it provokes. The Veeky Forums archetype naturally sides with the male character, but this is purely out of shame - the aggressive tone is clearly an indicator of this. I know, because part of Robert lies deep in my psyche and I think this is true for any male.

What I don't understand is the female Twitteratti #metoo response. I wonder if it's masking a kind of inadequacy as well, whether it's shame or something else, or should I take it for what it appears to be, a visceral reaction unfiltered by self-awareness?

Is this some kind of viral marketing effort?

Have you read the thread? its far from equivocal

Surely you mean far from unequivocal? You're right. I had two other deleted threads in mind when I qualified it as that.

Thanks for correcting me but yeah. I share your view on the story, it reminds me of Tao Lin in a depressing sort of way. Two people interacting not with each other but with a view of themselves they are sort of helpless against

it was okay
easy pickings

I paid for an escort to cuddle with me last night and it is pretty much certainly the most pathetic, self-defeating, embarrassing thing I have ever and will ever do. She looked very little like she did in the picture I saw online, but even so I could just tell within seconds that she didn't give a fuck about me or even really acknowledge my existence beyond the money I was carrying and the function she was supposed to perform in my company. I made it clear I wasn't going to try anything more than just cuddling as agreed (£500 for an hour) but she kept interrupting me about the payment, and plus she was Slavic so her English just wasn't good at all. I thought he may wear some nice lingerie or even take a shower before hand. When I suggested we shower beforehand together she first said the "water is no working" and then said "how much more you have?" obviously meaning the water was in fact working. So I took off all my clothes anyway, and it was a really cold night so my willy wasn't erect which made me feel like a cuck. She went down to her underwear, which looked well-worn and to be honest a little stained (from I don't know what). I was going to ask her to be completely nude but I knew she would just waste more time explaining I hadn't paid to have sexual intercourse with her. I only laid there for about 15 minutes with her spooning, with me behind and holding her. It felt so one-sided and non-intimate that I eventually just said I was going to leave early. I half expected her to apologize and say sorry, I'll be more friendly. But she immediately put on a bathrobe and spoke on her phone standing by the window with her back to me. I left and walked all the way home which took like one and a half hours because I was too guilty to pay for a bus since I'd wasted so much money already. What a waste of time. I'm lonelier than ever. And it snowed this morning but my childlike excitement was extinguished in seconds when I realized I'd just end up walking around alone.

I paid a fraction of that for an outcall with a really friendly and relaxed native English girl who looked more like her picture than most girls do in their normiebook profiles. You need to be more careful about who you pick.

Turn on incognito to get around paywall

The woman in this story is precisely why I can't be arsed with women.

Her expectations are so delusional it's comical and so many women are like this. They just expect every man to be so good at everything, like it's learnt out of thin air.

Robert was a kinda typical internet addicted sad lad, needs a bit of therapy to learn how to deal with his insecurites in a healthy way.

>£500 for an hour
Jesus christ mate

>women expect so much
>like a 30+ year old knowing how to kiss

The probablem with the story is in the very premise, in Robert's extreme, explicit, and intensional underdevelopment. He isn't so much a person as he is an abstract, indeterminate potential for violent misogyny. I'm sure this will generate pushback, but I think it's an unforgivable sin for a writer to create an abstraction in place of a specific human being. I think the author really shows her hand when she has Margot's roommate send the cruel breakup text. It divorces Margot from responsibility; she assumes a position of transcendent moral untouchability, while Robert takes on the full brunt of responsibility for his cruelty. Upon the last line of the story, he crosses over into (from the authors point of view) unforgivable sin, rendering him unworthy of empathy, and thus retroactively justifying her decision to complete exclude his perspective and his concrete specificity as a human being.

just in case it's not clear, in the last sentence, by "her" I mean "the author"

Also, sorry for saying "unforgivable sin" twice in the same paragraph; forgive my shitty prose, I'm actually very intelligent

This is a contemporary masterpiece. Try to publish this user.

>forgive my shitty prose, I'm actually very intelligent
No probablem

Yeah? Not everyone has the same chance of romance mate, only 40% of men historically have had children. It's not hard to fathom how people might not get the chances.

Also, how do you think people learn? By doing, they don't want that experience though, they want every man to be 100% capable regardless of age.

I empathisized with Robert after the last line, and because of it. He's very lonely, inexperienced and tries to overcome his "nice" persona by acting like a badass.

>not literally everyone knows how to do this
>therefore it's "delusional" to expect someone to know it

Me too, but we are certainly not invited to empathize with him by any means, is what I'm saying. To the avg New Yorker reader, and the author herself, this is precisely where he moves beyond deserving it.

www.newyorker.com/books/this-week-in-fiction/fiction-this-week-kristen-roupenian-2017-12-11/amp

>Q: Which of these characters do you feel the most sympathy for, at the end of the story?

>A: Well, at the end of the story, Robert calls Margot a “whore,” so I hope that most people lose sympathy for him then.

>explaining your story

Pessoa is right, being understood is just prostituting yourself.

I wonder if this cunt got STEINED.

>STEINED

huh?

Oh wait I was thinking of the Paris Review (Lorin Stein getting fired for jew shit).

The New Yorker has some other kike in charge.

I tend to agree, but I don't think Robert is as comical and over-the-top as you say. He's in fact a very real, very desperate sort of man, a bundle of insecurities and ultimately something every man can recognize in himself.
His reservation and nervousness reveal his fear, his hectic and tactless kisses and sexual performance just reveal a pent up desire and ultimately loneliness.
Both he and Margot seem pathetic in different ways, the difference being that there's clearly hope for Margot but very little for him. The ending is brutal, but it's fitting (maybe unintentionally so)

Women can't even form a coherent argument without using "Lol" and "@" symbols because they're "not like the other girls"

Go back to reading 1984 and wearing chokers and doc martens while being some counter culture whore

Was super warm because of how much I loathe the New Yorker and everything it represents.

But this was brutal. All of the cringe that we have fun with online, humanized and made real instead of just satirized with memes.

Robert is relatable as a character that most everyone on Veeky Forums is or once was. The insecure net-male floating through life emotionally shielded with self delusions that he envisions as the correct, confident way to live. Robert is why. Never quite willing to understand his own failures and forever finding scapegoats to explain them away.

t. recovering Robert

>Reads the New Yorker often enough to run out of free articles
>Doesn't know how to get around a paywall

You played yourself, nigger

Yeah because some feminist featured in the New Yorker is clearly trying to mine Veeky Forums for future readers

Pathetic post

Nothing draws interest like controversy, and posting this story - this particular story - on Veeky Forums is bound to cause a reaction, from which controversy can be drummed up, with the notable Veeky Forums brand attached in the clickbait articles which will appear tomorrow morning. How this brave and heroic feminist author speared the heart of the bitter arrested development misogynists! with comments from the the threads and Twitter demonstrating the wounded immaturity of angry young white men at this bold truth-speaker. Silly women will like, comment and reblog. This isn't plausible, if not highly probable, for why this stupid story keeps getting spammed? You are naive and oblivious.

This reads like ISIS propaganda.

this is what i imagined robert looked like

People are allowed to dislike or not bother with women user.

Cum Town > Chapo

I will give my honest opinion as a reader and a writer who has been published (though not in anything close to New Yorker level).

This was a pretty good story but also the weakest story I’ve ever seen in the New Yorker. The opening is super weak. No real power line or hook for me. This is the kind of thing I would’ve expected to see in my own university’s literary journal, and it’s not because my school is anything special. But the ending is quite good, I will give it that. “Whore” is always a good last word.

I’ve read so many stories a million times better than this though, I’m shocked this made it in. I’m assuming it’s because the writer went to Harvard and seems to have politically liberal beliefs in line with the New Yorker. I haven’t read a ton of stories about young people having sex but I still can think of one or two that are better than this one, Stuart Dybek’s “We Didn’t” being one.

you have the opposite of a good opinion

Wow you really did post your own story on Veeky Forums.

Well, at the end of the story, Robert calls Margot a “whore,” so I hope that most people lose sympathy for him then.

t. Brainlet

The right answer is I have sympathy for both of them for being lost and Godless heathens.

we live in pretty strange times where having a beard is a sure sign of being beta

Explain

Chapo bois are chads. Matt is in a committed relationship iirc

Welcome Kristen

What were you complaining about? That a thread got deleted? I'm genuinely curious, because I don't know why the mods would delete these threads other than the possibility that they could be seen as shilling

only cuz of paypigbux

>Accidental
That is the actual point of the story though. It seems that way because it is that way. There are no accidents.

Yeah I kinda agree that this lines up with my second sexual encounter as well. Me being incredibly eager, a girl that liked me for my cuter side while my masculinity felt validated for "conquering" her. My sexual inexperience and clumsiness matched with somebody sexually secure it may as well be routine. Her seeing it as just another man in a serie to come, me seeing it as a more unique experience.

The story is an excellent example of the current sexual culture, where both parties have unreasonable expectations of each other.

It's nice we can have a story discussion thread.

Did you read the story? Her expectations were insane, she built and entire man in her head from a few texts.

Did you read what post I was replying to?

I don't like to dwell on authorial intentions much, especially not when the author is of such insignificance. I merely mentioned it because she made her intentions clear in interviews, in that the piece is to be read/was written as a mere condemnation of that male pathology -this is transparent in her obvious masking of authorial intent under the guise of a third person narrator who merely serves as Margot's thought recorder-; which is why I called her revealing of both male and female pathologies (arrested development and narcissism) accidental. You merely saying 'it is so just because it is' and 'there are no accidents' does not make it so.

Yes, he isn't wrong.

Her romantic expectations are completly insane, she built them off a few texts, it's literally what the story is about.

She thought he'd be amazing despite having no reason to believe it, hence "thin air" It's what the damn story is about.

That's not what was said in the post replied to in the post of mine that you first replied to.

what I find even more interesting and think should be talked about more is her obsession with having her image projected into Robert's mind in very specific ways. Only when these images are attained she seems to be able to derive contentment and arousal. Her expectation of how he sees her are an even bigger marker for narcissism than her 'texting pixie man' obsession.

I haven't read the story but it seems a complete joke. Robert got some pussy and some more experience, even if hes bitter or whatever it doesn't matter he can move on and do better with the next girl.

She makes that point about Margot in the same fucking interview you're quoting, did you even read it?

i'm a girl and you guys have to realize that this really is what it's like for us

don't be a robert, please

things are hard enough as it is

>I haven't read the story but
Stop doing this

Women live life on easy mode. There is no difficulty at all being a women so you have to make up problems for yourself.

The problem is the guys are tone deaf to the fact that the text at the end wasn't the first thing he did wrong

This. Robert's first, and arguably worst, mistake was expending effort and spending time with a vapid roastie who can't even appreciate Holocaustkino.

Yes. She acknowledges the narrator's tilt towards Margot's experience (not in so many words). I was referring to her bias concerning the characters' pathologies. She only makes the point of Margot being at fault for building an imaginary person out of a few text messages. What was accidental was her revealing of Margot's narcissism which becomes apparent in the sex scene and conversationally, when she obsesses over the object of Robert's perception and her inability to like him unless this object matches her fetishisation of herself in the male gaze. This was beyond the author's intent which is why I insist on it being an accident.

Don't be a robert? Don't be inexperienced?

>I think it’s telling that the moment of purest sexual satisfaction she experiences in the story is the one when she imagines what Robert sees as he looks at her: she’s seduced by the vision she’s created of herself—of someone perfect and beautiful and young. So much of dating involves this interplay of empathy and narcissism: you weave an entire narrative out of a tiny amount of information, and then, having created a compelling story about someone, you fall in love with what you’ve created.
She literally uses the word "narcissism"

>popcorn and red vines are an unusual choice
nigga clearly never worked at a movie theater. that's like a mcdonalds worker saying burger and fries is an unusual choice.

>So much of dating involves this interplay of empathy and narcissism: you weave an entire narrative out of a tiny amount of information, and then, having created a compelling story about someone, you fall in love with what you’ve created.

In the context I've acknowledge in my previous post. This arguably isn't even a marker for narcissism. She is blind to the point I made above which is the main issue.

I think they mean we should all work out and shave so we don't have disgusting hairy bellies when we take our clothes off?

nevermind. You're right. I read it selectively. I'm retarded.

I can't not be Robert. Women don't understand how hard it is for a below average man to form interpersonal relationships. I can't just magically learn how to be around women if women don't find me attractive.

>her inability to like him unless this object matches her fetishisation of herself
What other reason for liking him would you suggest?

Why do so many women insist on loser-shaming men? Being aspergery and inexperienced is unbelievably alienating, and the most empathetic reaction women have to lonely men is to point out how pathetic they are. It makes me want to not be alive.

Thankfully you seldom see such tendencies from men at least.

>dating at all
Daily reminder that the only way about winning the game is not playing it

Oh, okay I though that would be self-evident, but maybe this'll shed some light on differences of opinion.

How about liking him for her understanding of who he is, rather than what she imagines he sees when looking at her? If you think this isn't possible, I'd be happy to hear why.

t. mgtow

contrarily, i've been married 11 years and it's fantastic.

What part of who he is would you suggest for her to like?

Self-preservation. She must only mate with the top dog, the alpha. Women don't hate you, they just don't really even consider you a person.