A terrifying statistic: if the planet out personals are to be trusted, there are at least 63 gay men in Manhattan whose favorite book is The Fountainhead.
The only way I can be sure of never having to meet them is to stay in my apartment for the rest of my life.
Oh, well. Sunlight is overrated anyway.
Those of us whose favorite book is The Fountainhead face the equally grim prospect of encountering you.
Case in point……….
Oh my god, I love you. Nothing tortured me more on Planet Out than the huge Ayn Rand fellowship. What up with that?
What Choire said!
for straight guys, it’s ALWAYS snow crash. always.
I guess the only problem i have with Rand’s philosophy is that she didn’t bother to justify here theories with real life examples. Just fiction. Good reads though.
I found Fountainhead to be completely intolerable. Talk about idealism! It oozes idealism. And the harmful kind.
I think my lawyer is more emotional than her books.
That being said… Neil Stephenson (of the above mentioned Snow Crash) is indeed my favorite author.
Does that destroy my gay cred? Or maybe I just am looking for authentication from complete strangers in a comment field.