It’s a shame Today’s Brandons don’t actually read their Bible: Fight Club.
While boycrushing to Brad Pitt’s obliques and greasy cool allure, they miss the venomous nihilism coursing through the book itself. More a manual on dissatisfied and displaced revolutionaries seeking explanation for the malevolent forces driving them to palpable, anger-fueled insanities, Fight Club is a cogent diary of a young man’s revelation… as written by a (now) 50-year-old – and surprisingly embraced by Tweens.
For a “generation of men raised by single moms,” Palahniuk’s Durden even surpassed that former quotable childhood God of Mythical Wisdom – Yoda. Nothing spells mysticism like George Lucas’ ancient green puppet with wispy ear-hairs. Kermit’s grandpa is the philosophical side of George, who gets his pussy the old fashioned way: by being the rumored #1 high-priced callgirl customer in history.
The movie had the good fortune of extended life granted by the simultaneous emergence of Pick-Up/PUA and Mystery Method. Early disciples glommed-on to the Insta-Cool Boost a dose of Tyler Durden (not the Canuck pua) gave ya when doing frightening cold approaches in The Club with The Cube.
“You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We’re all part of the same compost heap. We’re all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”
“You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don’t need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need.
We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show their courage by frightening them.”
“We’re a generation of men raised by women. I’m wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.”