Mrs. Fletcher

by Tom Perrotta

But whatever the problem might be, it’s nothing that can’t be solved by a backrub and some cunnilingus.

was one thing to have a professor tell you that gender was socially constructed, and another to hear it from a person who had actually done construction work.

And of course they used her like a disposable object, without regret or apology, because that’s what privilege is—the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you’re a good person.

November always felt like a setback, what with the clock change and the sudden onset of darkness, the bitter wind and that ominous sense of falling behind.

In Julian’s experience, guaranteed fun usually just left him more depressed than he’d been in the first place.