I loathe the expression “What makes him tick.” It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.

-James Thurber

Girl Gone Mad is about a Girl, Gone Mad. Either definition of mad fits, really.

This girl, she’s not too young, and not too old. If you know her in real life, don’t use her real name on this site – she might be at that age where she’s applying to grad schools and worrying about people googling her.

This girl still doesn’t know why it’s anti-feminist to call herself, or others her age, a girl, but apparently it is. Until someone explains it to her, though, she’ll keep using it.

This girl is starting to think her about page sounds like an old spiritual. This train don’t carry no gamblers, this train…

Some things I do not like: sushi, being sick, drinking milk, being disappointed by literature, conversations with people who don’t know what they’re talking about, having a cell phone, John Mearsheimer, pornography, and linear time.

Some things I do like are: new-wave Feminism, bands that make me want to dance, my body, playing my guitar, my shiny Mac Book Pro, taking pictures in cemeteries, political debates, Wicked Strawberry Blonde, used book shops, Cabernet and Shiraz, Calvin and Hobbes, ghosts, kissing, my alma mater, my friends, my family, and probably you.