Wednesday, April 16, 2014

REMEMBER THE 'COOL GIRL' PASSAGE FROM GONE GIRL?


I'm just going to assume you've already read Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. And if you haven't, you're insane and you have just received your required reading for the weekend. (Get it here.) I'm also assuming you probably flipped your lid when the first trailer for the movie, staring Ben Affleck and Rosamund Pike was released earlier this week. (No? Here you go.)

Anyway, I listened to most of the book on audio with my parents during one of our annual road trips to Sun Valley, and finished the rest with a borrowed copy from this lady. (Which I still have, by the way! Eek!) Both in its unique narrative and its completely engrossing plot, Gone Girl is a powerful read, especially for women. I vividly remember listening to the below passage somewhere in middle-of-nowhere Oregon. I was in the backseat of the car kind of freaking out. The woman who narrates Amy's perspective does a brilliant job of bringing the page to life, and I cannot—I repeat cannot—wait to see how David Fincher handles the duel perspectives and telling flashbacks from the book on screen. (Alas, we must wait until the film debuts October 3, 2014.)

Every woman who read the book remembers this passage because it hits a nerve. Every woman who's ever feigned interest in football, in foreign films, in vegan food or chili dogs for a man knows exactly what Amy is talking about below. 
“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.”)”

1 comment:

  1. The trailer looks great. I got chills watching it. Thanks for posting!

    As for that passage... it was hands down the most spot-on piece of writing in the book. Was nice to read to it again :) -G

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