I thought sisters were doing it for themselves. ‘I am women, hear me roar… ‘, that sort of thing. 

Why are girls — or white university-educated women in their 20s and 30s — so miserable?

Is it because all men are rapists and child molesters? Is it because it’s they’ve run out of SSRi’s?

Is it because for many first time female writers, they’ll earn less than $4000 on a book they’ve spent ten years trying to write?

Sad girl novels — think Normal People by Sally Rooney, Sorrow and Bliss by Meg Mason, or Love and Virtue by Diana Reid — feature introspective narratives told by young millennial women. So introspective, you need a torch.

Why have they tattooed VICTIM on their foreheads? If men wrote this shit, it would never get published.

Someone in the ABC wrote, “Ultimately, the prevalence of the tortured white girl trope in contemporary culture suggests that sadness and suffering is what makes these women valuable, interesting and worthy of attention.”

Jesus fucking Christ on a stick. Let’s hope the Chinese People’s Liberation Army arrives soon and puts us out of our misery.

Maybe white middle class women who have had everything laid on a plate for them realise as writers, it’s easier to write sad, bereft, broken-hearted female characters rather than women who are having the time of their lives. Women who wouldn’t go near these entitled sad sacks if you paid them. 

As one sad girl writer says, “It bothers me that so many people are forced to go and sit at a desk each day, forever. That seems like a wild concept we’ve accepted as a society.”

She does all of her writing standing up.

Awww, Uncle Malcolm, surely you have some constructive advice?

Kill yourself.