kung fu grippe

a personal weblog,
or “blog,”
by Merlin Mann


Fight Club ends up owning you
Some guys seem to love quoting Fight Club in a way that suggests that they’re grizzled existential veterans —  scarred-but-smarter straight talkers who are out there serving the hard truth and really getting people thinking about the nature of our tuned-out consumer culture. Yeah.  But, just remember: all that strident and perspicacious life advice may be coming at you courtesy of a doughy, goateed white guy who’s now watched a single DVD enough times to quote it from memory.   David Fincher should reissue a special edition that ships with a beard trimmer, a bag of Doritos™, and a large motherfucking grain of salt.

Fight Club ends up owning you

Some guys seem to love quoting Fight Club in a way that suggests that they’re grizzled existential veterans — scarred-but-smarter straight talkers who are out there serving the hard truth and really getting people thinking about the nature of our tuned-out consumer culture. Yeah.

But, just remember: all that strident and perspicacious life advice may be coming at you courtesy of a doughy, goateed white guy who’s now watched a single DVD enough times to quote it from memory.

David Fincher should reissue a special edition that ships with a beard trimmer, a bag of Doritos™, and a large motherfucking grain of salt.