Insightful, frank, and funny, My Eyes Are Up Here is a razor-sharp debut about a teenage girl struggling to rediscover her sense of self in the year after her body decided to change all the rules.
A "monomial" is a simple algebraic expression consisting of a single term. 30H, for example. Fifteen-year-old Greer Walsh hasn't been fazed by basic algebra since fifth grade, but for the last year, 30H has felt like an unsolvable equation - one that's made her world a very small, very lonely place. 30H is her bra size - or it was the last time anyone checked. She stopped letting people get that close to her with a tape measure a while ago.
Ever since everything changed the summer before ninth grade, Greer has felt out of control. She can't control her first impressions, the whispers that follow, or the stares that linger after. The best she can do is put on her faithful XXL sweatshirt and let her posture - and her expectations for other people - slump.
But people - strangers and friends - seem strangely determined to remind her that life is not supposed to be this way. Despite carefully avoiding physical contact and anything tighter than a puffy coat, Greer finds an unexpected community on the volleyball squad, the team that hugs between every point and wears a uniform "so tight it can squeeze out tears." And then there's Jackson Oates, newly arrived at her school and maybe actually more interested in her banter than her breasts.
Laura Zimmermann's debut is both laugh-out-loud funny and beautifully blunt, vulnerable and witty, heartbreaking and hopeful. And it will invite listeners to look carefully at a girl who just wants to be seen for all she is.
but I dont want to suck on your heavy, sagging, milk-laden eyes while I call you mommy. Your eyes don't interest me. your opinions can't make me cum. your thoughts cant bear me children.
Name a single male-written book where the female love interest isn't some extremely hot woman or described as being very attractive or desirable. I don't think I've ever read a book written by a male author where the female love interest is a pudgy plain Jane.
Just don't read books with "love interests" that is even low for genre fiction.
Besides that even in genre fiction you can find innumerable books written by males where the """love interest""" is not a flawless women and/or conventionally unatractive.
In case you are actually a delusional women here is a super special tip for you: on average a man finds an average looking women his age averagely attractive.
2 years ago
Anonymous
Name one. So far you haven't.
By the way, you argue like a woman.
2 years ago
Anonymous
The entire Malazan series and innumerable others.
The author obviously has a fetish for plump women.
>I don't think I've ever read a book written by a male author where the female love interest is a pudgy plain Jane.
Ready Player One but it's cringe and obviously trying hard to appear different
Maugham always described his female characters as grotesquely stout, yellow-teethed, crook-eyed monstrosities or pale, sickly, loose-skinned aberrations of nature.
One third of one of his most famous novels is a romance with a female character he exerts his vocabulary to paint as thoroughly disgusting both in and out. The feminists say he was a repressed homosexual but I know that at best he hated women so fricking much he preferred to spend his days with men.
Do you only read YA/pulp..? Any literary book is unlikely to have a "wish fulfillment" "love interest" for the character. Real books aren't American movies, with boilerplate frameworks to be applied a priori regardless of the content. Cliches and extraneous, self-indulgent matter are generally frowned upon.
Revealing more about yourself than the people you're criticizing.
>breast book of the year - NuMale Times >Two Tatas Up - The Los Angeles Admirer >Bra-vo to Laura Zimmermann, the darling of female israeli literature- The Tablet >MOMMY SMOTHER ME BABY WANT MILKIES WAAAAA - Anon, Literary Critic
>>A "monomial" is a simple algebraic expression consisting of a single term. 30H, for example. Fifteen-year-old Greer Walsh hasn't been fazed by basic algebra since fifth grade, but for the last year, 30H has felt like an unsolvable equation
women shouldnt do maths
I have had exactly one woman complain about me looking at her breasts instead of her eyes in my life. It was 18 years ago and I am still salty about it.
I was at home, stoned off my ass, completely macramed into the couch, when a friend came over with one of her friends in tow. I was like "I am too stoned to be good company" and they just hung out for twenty minutes and took off.
Her friend sat down across from me so that her breasts were in my immediate sightline. Like if she sat anywhere else in the room, I would've had to crane my neck to look at her breasts. Instead, she sat the one place where I had to crane my neck to not look. Then, on top of that, she was stacked, with huge fricking bazongas, and was wearing a push-up bra, a plunging neckline, and a big, shiny piece of israeliteelry right between her breasts. b***h was doing everything she could to draw attention to her chest, and put it right in my sightline.
And at the time I was sitting there feeling uncomfortable because her breasts were like right in my face and I was trying not to look. Later my friend was like "my friend was upset that you kept staring at her chest" and I was like "then tell her to never come back here again and we'll both be happy." Fricking c**t.
My incel awakening was explaining to my mom when I was 14 that it makes no sense to wear a shirt with a hole cut out expressly to show something off if you don't want people to look at it.
My mother is a classy woman and never wore such things of course but she was not sufficiently hateful towards her fellow women who do.
Why would anyone want to see your eyes? They are empty and bleak, with no soul behind them. You don't have any real content, nothing interesting to say, nothing that would otherwise force anyone to acknowledge your existence. You aren't funny, so you never make anyone laugh; you aren't intelligent, so you never make anyone put any weight to what you say; you aren't reliable nor competent, so you never make anyone think of you when it comes to trusting a task.
The only thing about you that remotely provokes a reaction from anyone are those voluptous breasts of yours, since they do make someone else's dick go hard. And you know what? When you say, "my eyes are up here", all you're doing is drawing attention from the only thing in the world that makes someone acknowledge your existence to the absolutely nothing that lies about it.
Social rules will force them to obey your command and redirect their gaze from the only thing you offer the world. But don't go thinking it will be good for you. They will look "up there", see nothing, and be entirely justified in thinking that you are nothing but your breasts.
The inside of a woman's mind is like that scene in Being John Malkovich where John Malkovich goes inside the John Malkovich hole and everyone is just him saying "Malkovich" >sex sex attention i'm pretty give me attention i'm pretty sex? sex attention give me attention i'm pretty attention sex i'm sex i deserve attention sex sex for attention
It's amazing that these creatures manage to walk around in pantsuits even pretending to be interested in things other than themselves
I meet a lot of women who try to drag me into their histrionic bullshit like this. Suffice to say, I haven't made eye contact with a woman in years. If any of them talk to me, I just look away before responding. It solved all of my problems, pretending like they don't exist.
This. Unless you’re a sociopathic Chad who likes to pump and dumb, women are only going to make you suffer. They’re like a humanoid Venus flytrap - first they lure you in with smiles, pheromones and breasts, then they slowly digest you with histrionics, lies and cheating. Stay away, Anons. My life also improved tenfold after I’ve stopped acknowledging women.
Women are such bizzare creatures. If a bloke had a massive dick, or huge bulging muscles there's no way he'd be ashamed or embarrassed by it. But a woman has massive honkers and suddenly it's a problem for her?
Once again, it seems you believe that every woman behaves the same.
When they’re dressed with obvious cleavage boosting, they are quite proud and enjoy the stares. But this same woman will want you to look her in the face when talking.
Another woman with a too big to hide rack will cover up as best she can without wearing a mumu, and become quite flustered if all the horny guys do is stare at them
I've just accepted that even if I do now have a shot with random women thanks to lifting, I'm not going to put any effort into a relationship anyway, so I lose nothing by ogling. You CANNOT stop me from ogling. Don't like it? Dress modestly.
Also I refuse to read anything written by a woman.
You enjoy ogling? A cleaner was cleaning near me yesterday and I didn't look at her ass once even when she bent over. Just kept playing blackjack on my phone. The sight of women is enough to enrage me, my aversion to them is strong.
>too busy getting his dopamine feed from his mindcontrol leash to pay attention to his surroundings
This is why I refuse to carry an NSA spy device. It poisons the mind and prevents you from even noticing your surroundings, and primes emotional responses in you (note he says he is enraged by the sight of a woman, how pathetic).
Yes I ogle. So much hot jailbait running around half naked this time of year.
>Young woman has to cope with becoming more attractive and desirable than other women.
Frick off.
I'm sure all the women who have to chop their breasts off because of cancer would swap.
Why are women being taught how to write?
Because IQfy doesn't write.
Wouldn't have thought so
>w*men
>look me in the eyes, incel
bro, please spare us coomers
>doesn't show her eyes
Because you’re reading the message on her ample bosom, like any normal man.
>nah, I'll be on my way now, I've already seen all you have to offer
>360 and walk away
Insightful, frank, and funny, My Eyes Are Up Here is a razor-sharp debut about a teenage girl struggling to rediscover her sense of self in the year after her body decided to change all the rules.
A "monomial" is a simple algebraic expression consisting of a single term. 30H, for example. Fifteen-year-old Greer Walsh hasn't been fazed by basic algebra since fifth grade, but for the last year, 30H has felt like an unsolvable equation - one that's made her world a very small, very lonely place. 30H is her bra size - or it was the last time anyone checked. She stopped letting people get that close to her with a tape measure a while ago.
Ever since everything changed the summer before ninth grade, Greer has felt out of control. She can't control her first impressions, the whispers that follow, or the stares that linger after. The best she can do is put on her faithful XXL sweatshirt and let her posture - and her expectations for other people - slump.
But people - strangers and friends - seem strangely determined to remind her that life is not supposed to be this way. Despite carefully avoiding physical contact and anything tighter than a puffy coat, Greer finds an unexpected community on the volleyball squad, the team that hugs between every point and wears a uniform "so tight it can squeeze out tears." And then there's Jackson Oates, newly arrived at her school and maybe actually more interested in her banter than her breasts.
Laura Zimmermann's debut is both laugh-out-loud funny and beautifully blunt, vulnerable and witty, heartbreaking and hopeful. And it will invite listeners to look carefully at a girl who just wants to be seen for all she is.
>A "monomial" is a simple algebraic expression consisting of a single term. 30H, for example.
Why are women?
but I dont want to suck on your heavy, sagging, milk-laden eyes while I call you mommy. Your eyes don't interest me. your opinions can't make me cum. your thoughts cant bear me children.
Why do the problems of the characters in these kinds of novels always boil down to EVERYONE WANTS TO FRICK MEEEEE?
Fantasy is the most popular genre
Does she frick any old men?
I'm not expecting women to write good erotic prose (or even understand proper eroticism) but beggars can't be choosers.
And Jackson Oates is either a giga Chad or the artistic brooding loner type with a trust fund
Name a single male-written book where the female love interest isn't some extremely hot woman or described as being very attractive or desirable. I don't think I've ever read a book written by a male author where the female love interest is a pudgy plain Jane.
Just don't read books with "love interests" that is even low for genre fiction.
Besides that even in genre fiction you can find innumerable books written by males where the """love interest""" is not a flawless women and/or conventionally unatractive.
In case you are actually a delusional women here is a super special tip for you: on average a man finds an average looking women his age averagely attractive.
Name one. So far you haven't.
By the way, you argue like a woman.
The entire Malazan series and innumerable others.
The author obviously has a fetish for plump women.
>I don't think I've ever read a book written by a male author where the female love interest is a pudgy plain Jane.
Ready Player One but it's cringe and obviously trying hard to appear different
homosexual faber, I think
Nah she's described as quite pretty IIRC.
Every Murakami book. He always describes them as "not particularly beautiful, but having some indefinable qualitiy about them".
So every 5.5-6/10? The "indefinable quality" is attainability+proximity
Don Quixote
Maugham always described his female characters as grotesquely stout, yellow-teethed, crook-eyed monstrosities or pale, sickly, loose-skinned aberrations of nature.
One third of one of his most famous novels is a romance with a female character he exerts his vocabulary to paint as thoroughly disgusting both in and out. The feminists say he was a repressed homosexual but I know that at best he hated women so fricking much he preferred to spend his days with men.
The Betrothed, by Alessandro Manzoni
Le Gout des Femmes Laides (the taste of/for ugly women) by Richard Millet
Ulysses
Do you only read YA/pulp..? Any literary book is unlikely to have a "wish fulfillment" "love interest" for the character. Real books aren't American movies, with boilerplate frameworks to be applied a priori regardless of the content. Cliches and extraneous, self-indulgent matter are generally frowned upon.
Revealing more about yourself than the people you're criticizing.
The Ambassadors by James
>Greer Walsh
>Jackson Oates
How do they come up with names like that?
I'M CUMMING
>breast book of the year - NuMale Times
>Two Tatas Up - The Los Angeles Admirer
>Bra-vo to Laura Zimmermann, the darling of female israeli literature- The Tablet
>MOMMY SMOTHER ME BABY WANT MILKIES WAAAAA - Anon, Literary Critic
>>A "monomial" is a simple algebraic expression consisting of a single term. 30H, for example. Fifteen-year-old Greer Walsh hasn't been fazed by basic algebra since fifth grade, but for the last year, 30H has felt like an unsolvable equation
women shouldnt do maths
So does somebody motorboat her or what?
Skin tight clothing means I look at your body, not even sorry. Males going to the grocery store much more enjoyable, thanks ladies.
I have had exactly one woman complain about me looking at her breasts instead of her eyes in my life. It was 18 years ago and I am still salty about it.
I was at home, stoned off my ass, completely macramed into the couch, when a friend came over with one of her friends in tow. I was like "I am too stoned to be good company" and they just hung out for twenty minutes and took off.
Her friend sat down across from me so that her breasts were in my immediate sightline. Like if she sat anywhere else in the room, I would've had to crane my neck to look at her breasts. Instead, she sat the one place where I had to crane my neck to not look. Then, on top of that, she was stacked, with huge fricking bazongas, and was wearing a push-up bra, a plunging neckline, and a big, shiny piece of israeliteelry right between her breasts. b***h was doing everything she could to draw attention to her chest, and put it right in my sightline.
And at the time I was sitting there feeling uncomfortable because her breasts were like right in my face and I was trying not to look. Later my friend was like "my friend was upset that you kept staring at her chest" and I was like "then tell her to never come back here again and we'll both be happy." Fricking c**t.
Should have slammed her poon right then and there you fricking homosexual
My incel awakening was explaining to my mom when I was 14 that it makes no sense to wear a shirt with a hole cut out expressly to show something off if you don't want people to look at it.
My mother is a classy woman and never wore such things of course but she was not sufficiently hateful towards her fellow women who do.
But you don't understand! It's because women want to feel good about themselves! They wear it for themselves, not for degenerate men!
But your breasts are down there
Why would anyone want to see your eyes? They are empty and bleak, with no soul behind them. You don't have any real content, nothing interesting to say, nothing that would otherwise force anyone to acknowledge your existence. You aren't funny, so you never make anyone laugh; you aren't intelligent, so you never make anyone put any weight to what you say; you aren't reliable nor competent, so you never make anyone think of you when it comes to trusting a task.
The only thing about you that remotely provokes a reaction from anyone are those voluptous breasts of yours, since they do make someone else's dick go hard. And you know what? When you say, "my eyes are up here", all you're doing is drawing attention from the only thing in the world that makes someone acknowledge your existence to the absolutely nothing that lies about it.
Social rules will force them to obey your command and redirect their gaze from the only thing you offer the world. But don't go thinking it will be good for you. They will look "up there", see nothing, and be entirely justified in thinking that you are nothing but your breasts.
Does anyone in this thread read books?
Sure.
>zimmermann
this chick doesnt even have big honkers.
fridgebody
She's just a typical spiteful israeli woman.
Why is IQfy so interested in books for kids?
>books for kids
Oh sweetie...these are books for grown women who are adulting
And muh dik be right here hoe.
*grabs crotch*
I don't want to look at your eyes lady I want to look at your boobs
And my fist is right here (in your gut).
The inside of a woman's mind is like that scene in Being John Malkovich where John Malkovich goes inside the John Malkovich hole and everyone is just him saying "Malkovich"
>sex sex attention i'm pretty give me attention i'm pretty sex? sex attention give me attention i'm pretty attention sex i'm sex i deserve attention sex sex for attention
It's amazing that these creatures manage to walk around in pantsuits even pretending to be interested in things other than themselves
Socrates: How do you know that?
I meet a lot of women who try to drag me into their histrionic bullshit like this. Suffice to say, I haven't made eye contact with a woman in years. If any of them talk to me, I just look away before responding. It solved all of my problems, pretending like they don't exist.
This. Unless you’re a sociopathic Chad who likes to pump and dumb, women are only going to make you suffer. They’re like a humanoid Venus flytrap - first they lure you in with smiles, pheromones and breasts, then they slowly digest you with histrionics, lies and cheating. Stay away, Anons. My life also improved tenfold after I’ve stopped acknowledging women.
>My eyes are up here
But so is your ugly wrinkled face
Shallow b***h. This is a fine face for a woman her age. Imagine being about her age… oh, but you don’t know love. Never mind.
Women are such bizzare creatures. If a bloke had a massive dick, or huge bulging muscles there's no way he'd be ashamed or embarrassed by it. But a woman has massive honkers and suddenly it's a problem for her?
Once again, it seems you believe that every woman behaves the same.
When they’re dressed with obvious cleavage boosting, they are quite proud and enjoy the stares. But this same woman will want you to look her in the face when talking.
Another woman with a too big to hide rack will cover up as best she can without wearing a mumu, and become quite flustered if all the horny guys do is stare at them
I've just accepted that even if I do now have a shot with random women thanks to lifting, I'm not going to put any effort into a relationship anyway, so I lose nothing by ogling. You CANNOT stop me from ogling. Don't like it? Dress modestly.
Also I refuse to read anything written by a woman.
You enjoy ogling? A cleaner was cleaning near me yesterday and I didn't look at her ass once even when she bent over. Just kept playing blackjack on my phone. The sight of women is enough to enrage me, my aversion to them is strong.
seems literally gay. congrats.
Rather that than a cuck or simp.
>too busy getting his dopamine feed from his mindcontrol leash to pay attention to his surroundings
This is why I refuse to carry an NSA spy device. It poisons the mind and prevents you from even noticing your surroundings, and primes emotional responses in you (note he says he is enraged by the sight of a woman, how pathetic).
Yes I ogle. So much hot jailbait running around half naked this time of year.
>jailbait
You didn't specify that before. Invoking the Fifth for the remainder of this post.
We already know you're too low T to be looking at young women, don't worry.
Go read e-girlta, maybe it'll put some hair on your chest.
I cannot keep replying without eventually getting myself banned. I have to leave.
No one's eyes are 'down there' because she is disgusting to look at
>Young woman has to cope with becoming more attractive and desirable than other women.
Frick off.
I'm sure all the women who have to chop their breasts off because of cancer would swap.