The Meme Generation

dascola:

doublejack:

oledocweirdbeard:

jmarie3:

jhnbrssndn:

softculture:

I once dumped a guy because he told me that The Fountainhead was his favorite book. That’s what I think of Ayn Rand.

I like to think of myself as not shallow or anything, but would also dump a guy if anything by Ayn Rand was a favorite book. I wonder if all the Rand fans have really read her stuff or if they jump on the bandwagon because it’s trendy. Like the HST or Kerouac (am not a fan of either and will admit it) groupies who think they’re one of the two reincarnated or something.

(via maxistentialist)

“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.”

—Kung-Fu Monkey

I devoured The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged as a teenager.  (OK, I elided over the 35 page monologue or whatever at the heart of AS, but still.)  As a drama student, I proposed staging her play, The Night of January 16th.

But then I also read the entire Robert Ludlum oeuvre and at 17 tried to join the Army as a prelude to working for the CIA (luckily thwarted by parents who refused to sign the consent form).

Eventually, though, I ended up studying Philosophy at UC Santa Cruz.  So, you know, hopefully they’ll grow out of it.

Who are we kidding. No one has ever finished Atlas Shrugged.

Fast Fact: Rand didn’t even finish writing Atlas Shrugged.  The last 10 pages are a recipe for risotto.  Nobody’s ever noticed.