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"  Disliking a female celebrity, even a literary celebrity, can be troubling and complex if you, like I, write about women&amp;#039;s issues all day. Do I dislike her because she seems like a b*tch? If she was a man, and equally full of herself, would I dislike him just as much, or is this some kind of double standard about how women in the public eye have to be humble to be likeable? Does she even HAVE to be likeable? I&amp;#039;m sleepy. This is my roundabout way of saying that I don&amp;#039;t like Elizabeth Wurtzel, but I don&amp;#039;t necessarily like not liking her. Before Cat Marnell, the beauty blogger and soon-to-be memoirist who&amp;#039;s primarily famous for her privileged background and her unapologetic spiral into drug addiction, there was her predecessor, Prozac Nation author Elizabeth Wurtzel: Blonde, attractive, opinionated, and a onetime addict who appeared on the cover of each of her books, she penned Prozac Nation to rave reviews in the late 1990s. While Wurtzel&amp;#039;s books have generally fallen out of style since then, she continues to write self-obsessed, repetitive, preachy freelance pieces for various reputable publications; one for New York Magazine, entitled &amp;quot;My One-Night Stand of A Life,&amp;quot; says proudly: &amp;quot;I have no husband, no children, no real estate, no stocks, no bonds, no investments, no 401(k), no CDs, no IRAs, no emergency fund\u2014I don&amp;#039;t even have a savings account...&amp;quot; Cut up that credit card, ladies. It&amp;#039;s turning you into an old crone. Right now. RIGHT NOW. AGGGH, I&amp;#039;M CRONING! Here, she throws in a casual humblebrag about still fitting into her 20-something jeans: &amp;quot;I live in the chaos of adolescence, even wearing the same pair of 501s.&amp;quot; And she recalls her youth, thinking: &amp;quot;When I grow up, I thought, I am going to be a damn great writer.&amp;quot; But Wurtzel doesn&amp;#039;t seem to realize is that what she puts a premium on is just as much of an acquiescence to society as any of these other supposedly &amp;quot;grown-up&amp;quot; aspects of life that she looks down on: Youth and beauty. In a new piece for The Atlantic, she boasts that she looks young for her age because she&amp;#039;s forsaken all adult responsibility. &amp;quot;I went to a party in Williamsburg, where I definitely do not live, and was 50 percent older than anyone else. When I told a gentleman that I am 45, he was shocked. He wondered what I know that Ponce de Leon did not. Mainly it is a refusal to be a grown-up.&amp;quot; Now, plenty of men, both in the literary-celebrity and straight-up celebrity world, haven&amp;#039;t grown up. But it&amp;#039;s Wurtzel&amp;#039;s holier-than-thou attitude towards women who make different choices (&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t have kids, so I don&amp;#039;t invest energy in telling people how gifted my children are, or in figuring out how deep into the spectrum of autism they fall\u2014nor do I turn over my hard-earned cash to SAT tutors and Mandarin coaches&amp;quot;), as if her way is the only way, that discredits her. Being judgmental towards everyone who doesn&amp;#039;t make your precise choices at all time, particularly women, does not &amp;quot;a damn fine writer&amp;quot; make. Or, for that matter, a semi-decent person. Follow Anna on Twitter: @annabreslaw Image via Getty Images "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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