F. Scott Fitzgerald didn't write The Great Gatsby. His wife Zelda Fitzgerald did. He just had the right gender at the time to publish it. Read Zelda's own novel, Save Me the Waltz, and tell me I'm wrong. I have never been more certain of anything in my life.
reading Lena Dunham’s memoir and there’s something chic about the way she tried to fuck every single guy she ever met and only after that was unsuccessful did she settle for creative collaboration