Josemo

“Así que desandaría el camino que había recorrido, recorrería hacia atrás todo lo que había avanzado, cruzando marisma resecas y lóbregas, sobrepasando al sargento feroz en el puente, atravesaría el pueblo bombardeado, seguiría a lo largo de la cinta de la carretera los kilómetros de onduladas tierras de labranza, buscando el camino a la izquierda en el lindero del pueblo, enfrente de la zapatería, y tres kilómetros más allá saltaría la alambrada de púas y cruzaría los bosques y los campos hasta la estancia de una noche en la granja de los hermanos, y al día siguiente, a la amarilla luz de la mañana, siguiendo el balanceo de pequeños valles y arroyuelos y enjambres de abejas y tomaría el sendero en cuesta que llevaba a la triste casona junto al ferrocarril. Y el árbol. Recoger del barro los andrajos de ropa quemada y rayada, los jirones del pijama y luego descolgarle, al pobre chico pálido, y hacerle un entierro decente. Un chico guapo.”
― Ian McEwan, Atonement

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl