In defense of the ‘Cool Girl’
I remember exactly where I was when I first heard the “Cool Girl” passage from Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl. I was listening to Gone Girl on audiobook on the way to a class, when the (now-infamous) description of the “Cool Girl” passage came up:
"Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl."
Almost immediately, the following two thoughts crossed my mind: “Oh shit, I hope that I’m not this girl” and “Oh shit. I totally was this girl.”