Some Women Try to Have It All. Elizabeth Wurtzel Has Nothing.

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Anyway. I wish I even understood what the intent of Wurtzel’s essay was—especially because Wurtzel herself clearly points out that she herself “live(s) specifically, with intent” and has “no ability to compromise.” But I can’t. She just sounds like a real asshole. She sounds like the kind of woman who identifies with the quote that states, “I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” That quote—which, I guess Marilyn Monroe said?—is the provenance of teenage girls with Borderline Personality Disorder who like pretending that they’re this close to suicide in order to get as much attention as possible. It is, in a word, sad.

But don’t waste any time feeling too badly for Wurtzel because she also wants you to know what a truly amazing life she has led. For example, did you know that she went to Harvard and Yale? You might know that if you Google the name “Elizabeth Wurtzel” as she seems to obsessively do herself. And did you know that she knows not one, not two, but THREE smart people named David? Well, she does. And she mentions them all in this essay. (It’s Boies, Foster Wallace, and Remnick if you can’t get through the whole long slog of an article.) Also, she had opportunities to live a more normal life, one where she might have squeaked by on an income in the low-six figures, but she couldn’t compromise herself in that way. She’s just too pure at heart.

So, instead, Wurtzel finds herself in her mid-40s, basically homeless, without any real friends and writing rambling essays for New York magazine. But at least she has her integrity? Am I the only person who thinks that integrity might be completely overrated if what your “pure heart” is advising you to do is create turmoil and despair in the lives of those around you? Wurtzel, and people like her, deserve empathy, of course, but only if they want to change the ruinous behavioral patterns that Wurtzel so explicitly embraces. She doesn’t want to change. She wants other people to pick up the pieces after she blows thing up. That is not an essential part to an artistic temperament or a “free spirit.” That is just being an asshole. And it’s not that unique, either. This is probably the last thing that Elizabeth Wurtzel would ever want to think about herself, but, as it turns out, she is just another run-of-the-mill asshole who happened to get lucky with a book deal in the mid-90s and is still riding that wave, talking about Birkin bags and one-night stands as if those things mean something anymore, as if they’re relevant. They’re not. And neither, really, is Elizabeth Wurtzel.

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3 COMMENTS

  1. This was great!!! But but but the baby boomer assholes all around tell us it’s today’s kids that are entitled pricks! LOL.

  2. …You have all been so mean to Wurtzel. It takes true grit to write such a soulful piece and for others to learn from it.

    I was pained on her behalf. Had I the money, I would have sent it to her, promptly!

    The worst, as usual, are the women!

    Anne

  3. ONLY Liz Wurtzel would appear at an event dedicated to addiction literature and proudly guzzle wine. Last time I discussed addiction with my addict peers (which is often) it was universally decided upon that a mood-altering substance is a mood-altering substance, regardless of format.

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