When I was a freshman in high school, the type of people who were reading Douglas Coupland were complete douchebags, and I feel that their douchebaggery has rendered me unable to find any enjoyment in his work.  It’s not that I haven’t attempted to try out the writer who brought the phrase “McJob” into popular culture (thanks a lot bro), but I feel like there’s something about the guy that I’m just not getting.

After reading his story, “Survivor”, in the new story collection Darwin’s Bastards, I’m proud to say that the legacy continues, and I still don’t like Douglas Coupland.