nathaniel hawthorne whining and pissing himself in eighteen fifty five over the fact that women were writing better and more popular stories than his shit shit shit trash shit piece of shit awful didactic shit novels (via sashayed)
this again bc //selfie culture// in 1855
That narrative was already old in 1855, actually — in Britain people were shitting all over literature that was coded as female and foreign (like the Gothic) in the 1790s. In fact pretty sure most academics of most historically-defined literary periods in the West could observe this trend.
I knew there was a reason I didn’t care for Hawthorne.