PORNOGRAPHY IS THE THEORY; RAPE IS THE PRACTICE

Apparently, it was Halloween yesterday. I saw more girls dressed in Playboy bunny suits and cat suits than I've seen in my entire life. The boys accompanying these girls did - surprise, surprise - not have any costumes on whatsoever, but were dressed the way they normally are. Honestly, being a girl and being heterosexual makes me depressed sometimes. Especially here in England because man, do the boys and men of this country seem to view girls in a pretty weird (and despicable) way. Without writing too much about it (this is, after all, a blog that's supposed to be about books), we were discussing prostitution, strip clubs, porn and feminism in one of our lessons this week and my teacher's thoughts on that stuff... Jesus Christ. (Note: I'm not judging all English guys based on my teacher. Of course not! I'm judging them by how guys act when I've been out and the way I've heard English boys talk as well. Haha.) Anyway; disregard this paragraph (or, you know, shape up). There are (probably) nice (English and otherwise) boys out there. I've just had a bad week with the male population of the world.

Now, to get to books-related topics: Finished reading The end of Alice two days ago and bought three new books yesterday:

Michael Collins - The secret life of E. Robert Pendleton
Grace Metalious - Peyton place
Alice Sebold - The lovely bones

Was thinking about buying The informers by Bret Easton Ellis as that is the only book by him I haven't read, but seriously, I don't like his writing anyway. I flicked through The informers in the shop, reading a paragraph or two here and there, and all I could see was yet another book about a bunch of self-obsessed, boring cokeheads who should just grow up, cut their hair and get a job. It seemed to me to be exactly like Rules of attraction which basically is a book about five people taking drugs and forgetting the names of the people they sleep with. I read it and was like "Am I supposed to, in any way whatsoever, care about these people?" I have the same relationship with Bret Easton Ellis as I have with Chuck Palahniuk; I buy the books, I read them, I hate them. Just routine. But nowadays I can't even read them; one more book about drugs, London, blow jobs and coke-binges, and I might just vomit out of sheer boredom.