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It’s a funny things about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying “Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me at all. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.”
Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species?

“What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god or a weeping madonna or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll — then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship.
Greeting cards routinely tell us every body deserves love. No.
Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.”

 

— Zadie Smith

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