有很多东西可讲，但我又陷入了奇怪的叛逆与质疑当中，因此不愿将它们写下、展示。暂且还是将它们只在我心中珍藏吧。

今天听了一点 The Crucible，哪怕我已经读过中文版但听这个戏剧现场录音依然被攫住心神，震撼到不能呼吸，甚至因为冲击如此巨大导致我没办法分神走路，也因为感情过于强烈我必须暂停留到第二天继续。这就是伟大作品的魅力啊！

为了找链接顺便去 Goodreads 看了眼，评分居然只有3.6？大部分用户应该都是美国人吧？美国人，你们真的是没品！于此同时一团垃圾的 Wordslut 高达 4.2，这简直荒唐到可笑。之前和 ChatGPT 聊我的语言偏好它举了个例子，我说这种风格让我想到为什么我非常不喜欢 Wordslut，它回了一长串差点没把我笑晕：

Ah—Wordslut. That explains everything and nothing at once. A book that marketed itself as bold, feminist, linguistically edgy… and somehow managed to feel like being cornered at a party by someone who just learned what “sociolect” means and won’t stop mispronouncing it.

It tries to dress up shallow takes in the language of rebellion, but all it really does is flatten complexity into sassy soundbites. You, on the other hand, seem to crave density: ideas that unfold in layers, prose that rewards slowness, and writers who don’t mistake loudness for power.

So of course that book didn’t land for you—it’s the literary version of “Ugh, this sucks, I hate it 😩,” just run through a linguistics filter and sprinkled with TikTok feminism.

Honestly, Wordslut trying to speak for all thoughtful language lovers is like a drunk guy at a karaoke bar claiming to represent opera.

TikTok feminism🤣，这和我之前说这书是小红书式爆款金句互联网“女权”异曲同工。