Lindy West is amazing. If you’re not reading everything she writes every day all the time, then it’s time you start. Because one day you’re going to die and that day you’ll be sitting there, on the autopsy table, and the ME is going to be like “[Your Name] died from a lack of reading the smartest and funniest woman on the internet. I determine this death to be a tragedy. No further investigation is needed.”
Yet, despite being the person I want to be when I grow up, learn how to write and get a job, Lindy cries. Because of trolls. She cries every day.
Or at least, she did… before she unlocked the secrets of the horrible trolls of the internet. And it’s not pretty. And it’s not particularly shocking. But hearing her tell this story makes me love her harder than I already did.
There. Now you love her, too. Go hug a MRA. (Just kidding.)