“It’s been a hardcore week for thirtysomething men called Robert”.
They are the language my real buddy Rob, or Robert, aged 34, asked us to start the line using this week. He had been, for the uninitiated, talking about the mania that is global last week perhaps maybe not over more revelations of sexual sleaze but of… Cat individual, a short little bit of fiction by the unusual writer called Kristen Roupenian printed final weekend when you look at the brand New Yorker. (I’m sure: the next thing a poem within the London summary of publications will go viral.) Robert ended up being the title of its ill-starred, 34-year old main character.
Also it, you may not have got round to reading Cat Person if you have heard of. I’dn’t blame you – it’s not an especially gripping or momentous tale, unless (you have an abiding interest in the curious dynamics of dating like me. But its mundanity didn’t stop it establishing a storm: every conceivable band of Tweeter was weighing in, from high-brow commentators, to millennials in particular, to female twentysomething daters. After which you have the spectacularly effective Twitter account simply called “Men react to cat person”, which mostly channels indignation that is male the depiction associated with chubby, inept Robert.
“Cat Person,” a story that is short Kristen Roupenian: “By her 3rd alcohol, she ended up being thinking as to what it might be want to have sexual intercourse with Robert.”
Cat individual is, basically, a fine-grained account of a bad date between Margot, a 20-year-old undergraduate and 34 year-old Robert, told from Margot’s viewpoint. Robert asks Margot out after buying candies she works, but after several weeks of zingy banter and one touching meeting, they go on a date in which the fit between expectation and reality is poor; Robert is taciturn, the film ill-chosen and, after a few drinks, the sex is…(spoiler alert!)… just awful from her at the artsy cinema where.