So I finally read American Psycho…

And hated every goddamn minute of it. I totally got the satire of toxic American masculinity and materialism through the absolute madman that was Bateman, but I found the book incredibly boring. Well written, but boring. To me, it read like a much too heavy handed catalogue of depravity. I suppose I as the reader am supposed to relate to the danger inherent in the promise of power offered through masculinity and wealth and see the seeds of that in myself, but I just…don’t. I guess that’s on me as a woman, who has different things expected of her by society. I also found Bateman completely uninteresting, and just an asshole for the sake of being an asshole. When I read Maeve Fly, someone likened the two to a fine wine and a capri sun. And dammit, I don’t drink alcohol.