I was at the tail end of a generation of girls who wanted a guy to take an ice pick in the ribs for them. Max was of a generation that believes in self-preservation at all costs. Even if the cost is that the person you’re sleeping with gets ice-picked. This was what made me know I couldn’t love Max. He would let me get ice-picked in the ribs.

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Maggie Estep, Diary Of An Emotional Idiot, p. 152, Soft Skull Press Brooklyn, NY 2003.