What Purpose Did I Serve in Your Life

The experience of reading "what purpose did i serve in your life," which rides the line between performed and genuine vapidity and malign naivete so closely that the distinction between them blurs, is by turns dull, titillating, appalling, riveting, and as head-spinning, in Hoberman´s phrase, as "a hall of mirrors in which Girl Power and female powerlessness are endlessly reflected." It is not, in other words, easy to turn away from. Easier, perhaps, to catch a shattered glance of oneself...