Mostly I hate the Twitter feed because it tends to inane and the signal to noise is so freaking low. And Wordienik is my place on the internet to hang out with erudite people and be Unrelentingly Witty with them, hence I resent the unwashed tide of tweets filling up the pagespace that was previously more noticeably us. But sometimes Twitter's pure gold. And gold and gold. All at once:
"Wow I really liked John Green's writing up until this point I'm reading all his manic pixie dream girl-ing of Alaska jesus man."
"WHAT - guys only like the manic pixie dream girl they create. I'm quirky and full of messes to clean up, yet dudes always run away?"
Let's say you're a soulful, brooding male hero, living a sheltered, emotionless existence. If only someone — someone female — could come along and open your heart to the great, wondrous adventure of life...It's Manic Pixie Dream Girl to the rescue!
The Manic Pixie Dream Girl is there to give new meaning to the male hero's life. She's stunningly attractive, high on life, full of wacky quirks and idiosyncrasies (generally including childlike playfulness and a tendency towards petty crime), often with a touch of wild hair dye. She's inexplicably obsessed with our stuffed-shirt hero, on whom she will focus her kuh-razy antics until he learns to live freely and love madly.