Give Me Rupert Sheldrake Or Give Me Death

It was S.R.O. on the bus back to Brooklyn tonight.

I was looming over a lady reading a book called "Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking".

Are you fucking kidding me? I always wondered who read these books, and well now I know.

How do these windbags even get published?!

Malcolm fucking Gladwell? Oh, please.