“It was a dark and stormy afternoon in hell– err, high school– when my ninth grade English teacher (shout out to you, Mrs. Harrell!) handed me a copy of the Fountainhead by Ayn Rand with the crisp directive of “Read.” The book effectively shut my angsty self down for the next few days (and classes) as I did so. It blew my mind, too.
Super architect Roark went about being superawesome with his superhawt girlfriend, changing the world, one super(misunderstood) design at a time. It was superphilosophy about being superselfish while making the world a better place. Having finished the book, I went on to join a school book club, started up fencing and violin (something I’d wanted to try for years, but had been too much of a pansy), and was a generally insufferable human being for about three months. The insufferable bit went away eventually (kinda), but the idea that it was okay to do whatever I wanted to do… (pick one)
- a) …has never left me.
- b) …will endure as a tattoo forever, I just can’t show you where.
- c) …is genius and my capitalist army will crush the 99%.