BY Kathryn Rathbun
on Jan 24, 2013
A lot of people have beef with Elizabeth Wurtzel, and so do I.
I'll admit there was a part of my late teens where I related to the melodramatic, self-indulgent musings in her acclaimed memoir Prozac Nation. Now, having grown out of that seemingly hopeless phase of my life and gained just a little perspective, I find it hard to sympathize with the overwhelming narcissism that appears to have followed Wurtzel into adulthood. What really bothers me, ... Read More