Rejection: Fiction

by Tony Tulathimutte

and really who’s combating what here, when most of us have parents paying six figures to attend a private, for-profit university founded by railroad barons and homicidal eugenicists (enough pussyfooting: I went to Stanford), presumably because we believe that the social connections and brand equity will advantage us in the corrupt system you’re acting so concerned about, point is, yes I fucking get it, but for me specifically, in my own human affairs, I don’t want any part of it, that what I oppose is not just the compulsory definition of my race and gender but any categorization tout court, and so I shan’t be filling out your little D&D sheet of traits and perks and quirks, for jerks. And everyone cheered and a monument was erected in my honor. Sike. What I actually said was, Just don’t refer to me at all.

This was the society I always wanted, where all advantage went to the faceless. Where pointlessness was the point,