Sasha Grey.
Reading interviews with her reminds me of that girl/guy in your high school English class who always had something to say that was vaguely intellectual, but ultimately lacking in substance. She or he liked to throw around names (always Godard for films or Nietzsche or Satre for philosophy) or terms/ideas (always existentialism…always) but never knew how to elaborate on what they claimed to “love.” The thing is, that girl or guy was really hot, and so it didn’t really matter. If he or she talked about something that ultimately wasn’t mainstream (even if what they were saying was the most mainstream of “unmainstream” things) they became a source of fascination, lust, admiration, and adoration to their peers. The truth is that I openly mocked those who fell within that type, even though I secretely longed to be as skilled in manipulating those around me to appear desirable or intelligent.
