
Trick Mirror Reflections on Self-Delusion
Reviews

These essays are delicious little bites that invite you into a subject you might not have cared about/ thought was too complicated. I especially loved the essay on the Conman.

Picked this up because I heard about the Lauren Oyler literary beef (I’m nosy and I love drama) and I wasn’t expecting much! Was v pleasantly surprised at how much this resonated with me (u wouldn’t be able to tell based on how long I took to finish this tho lmfaoaoao)
The blurb makes the essays feel a bit discordant but when I was reading it, the theme of identity stuck out (identity / gender n performance shoutout judith butler) - as personal essays these are all explored through various anecdotes from Tolentino’s life but interspliced with cultural analysis, which I think works in the way she’s done it
Another recurring theme is the notion of choice feminism (or ‘individual’ feminism) vs collective feminism which I am still constantly grappling with or thinking about… it pops up at various points throughout the collection
Stand out essays:
- The I in Internet
- Always Be Optimizing
- The Story of a Generation in Seven Scams

As I read, I also read reviews, and while I get some of the criticism, it was also a lesson to me in how subjective reading is and how differently we can interpret a writer and their meaning. These essays are long and dense so it took me forever to finally finish. They draw on more texts than I think I will ever read and bring me back to a fun version of what university essay writing could have been. But what I really love about Tolentino's tone is how dystopian it constantly sounds. Even when shes laying down a reference or fact to seemingly make a point, I hear in brackets (CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT? WE'RE ACTUALLY HERE???) It feels like she has a future looking view, even when she's drawing from (at times narrow versions of) the past, the resulting essay feels uneasy, uncertain of what this all means and where we go from here. I enjoyed the book in all of its questioning, examining and steering.

This book really got me thinking about our society and the internet, especially women's relationship to it and how it relates to self-presentation. I really related to Tolentino's relationship with herself through writing. There were really strong chapters and there were chapters that I really muddled to get through which is why I gave four stars. The book could feel like a trudge at certain points. My favorite chapters were 1) Always Be Optimizing 2)The Cult of the Difficult Woman 3) I Thee Dread. My least faves were 1) Pure Heroines 2) Ecstasy 3) We Come From Old Virginia

I've been thinking so much about the self lately, so I'm glad my hold at the library came up on this when it did. The common thread across Tolentino's essays here is the impossibility of seeing one's self clearly--an impossibility amplified by everything from the internet (a main culprit) to the wedding industry. This had some really bright standout essays that made my brain fire on all cylinders, and some sort of mediocre ones that didn't quite register. There's a lot of synthesis happening in Trick Mirror; Tolentino pulls from all corners of the internet (i.e. a disturbing 4chan deepdive) and experience (i.e. her time on a reality show as a teen) to construct her main points, creating a sort of collage that articulates larger social trends I may have implicitly noticed, but never articulated (not that I could have if I tried). The personal pieces didn't feel navel-gazey or pompous, which is usually what irks me in memoirs and essays. Probably as a product of the subject she's writing about, Tolentino writes about her history and her ideas with a fair amount of skepticism of her own self. She suggests we all do as much in the first essay, "The I in Internet," writing that to put an end to the worst of the internet, "We’d have to care less about our identities, to be deeply skeptical of our own unbearable opinions, to be careful about when opposition serves us..." Would recommend.

Trick Mirror is one of the better collections of essays about a millennial woman's struggle towards self-actualization I've read. It has all the usual topics-- an essay about one's identity on the internet, an essay about religion and party drugs, an essay about literary heroines, an essay about wedding ambivalence, an essay about crime reportage, and so on; the one main omission is an essay about the author's parents-- which renders it exemplary. Tolentino is a better writer than most of the people who attempt these, so the narrative that is a plague on the entire personal essay form of donning a thrift store vintage leather jacket to meet a friend who just finished bicycling across France at a wine bar in Brooklyn to cry about one's brokeness, lack of social safety net, and the unobtainability of the American Dream is kept between the lines and in the margins. Tolentino also doesn't say much haven't heard about these topics before, but in interests of fairness, I have read half the bibliography. Finally, this book made me thankful that, while my current job is awful, at least it does not compel me to monitor Twitter discourse on Melania Trump's footwear.

some interesting points were made but it was SO BORING

Essays about identity, women and the media/internet. Very insightful and smart, written engagingly, feels personal but substantial. I'd reread this.

An essay collection contextualizing and analysing the (feminine) self in a society that revolves around selfhood. Incisive and timely.

Was looking forward to reading this book since 2019 when I saw excerpts of it online, so it's safe to say I had high expectations that I feel Tolentino was going to meet anyways. Sadly, this book didn't reach those expectations despite glimpses of genuine insight here and there. Though I can see why she is usually hailed as the millenial Joan Didion, I feel as if her potential to actualize that comparison is cut short by long-winded summaries of references—which made the book read more like a review of related literature for a thesis rather than a book of essays—and a condescending tone indicating she has no trust in her own readers. It's weird that she's, by profession, a journalist when sensitive essays such as the essay about the UVA sexual harassment case did not have any interviewees. Whether or not this is true to her actual feelings, Tolentino writes about social issues as if they are intellectual exercises rather than lived experiences. Each essay also left me feeling... cold and downtrodden. I don't think one has to offer solutions or be positive to create resonance since writing has a lot to do with connecting with your readers as well—however, I didn't feel that with Trick Mirror. I remember finishing Roxane Gay's Bad Feminist thinking: this is not the strongest feminist book, though her experiences do resonate with me in a lot of ways despite the fact that we come from such different contexts as women. With Trick Mirror, I didn't feel that way, perhaps because this was just one punitive lecture after another about female objectification, self-hatred, and capitalism rather than an empathetic narrativization of these issues. Joan Didion did say that we look to stories to live, but there's no story here besides a synopsis of what you've already read on Twitter in 2016. Or, maybe part of the reason why this book also leaves me feeling cold is because, to quote Lauren Oyler, "I get the sense that she must feel overwhelming pity for ugly women, if she has ever met one." All-in-all, it's a painfully American book that masquerades as radical and subversive when in reality it’s actually very timid and self-indulgent; what’s even more irritating is that she’ll probably use the whole “see—it’s a trick!” shtick as a shield against being called out for hypocrisy. Whatever; I’m past the age of nihilistic adolescence already so that kind of fatalism is just grating to me at this point. Ironically, Tolentino's distrust towards her own individual experiences as as an untrustworthy “way to get to the bottom of a subject” may have actually just hindered her from developing the sociological and acute imagination she so desperately salivates over throughout the book. I wish I had just opened Google Scholar instead.

i didn’t finish reading the last 2 chapters of this book bc i just can’t. my official review of this is: fart

She talks about a bunch of things I care about, but it's just nyc media schlock without any real analysis or quality writing. I liked her personal anecdotes most of all, and her "let me write a book report" citations least of all.

This book unfairly assumes marriage is patriarchal and limiting for women. But modern marriages are increasingly egalitarian partnerships built on love and respect, not outdated gender roles. Wives now have agency, careers, and equal say. Marriage provides support so both partners can thrive, not dependence. It has flaws but can empower women rather than limit them if defined by communication and shared values.

** spoiler alert ** This book was incredible! However, I found chapters 1 ( The I in the internet ) and 4 ( Pure heroines ) to be the most informative and interesting. Therefore, they're my favorites. The 1st chapter examines the revolution and evolution of social media and how individual selfhood has been amplified with a commercialized importance. Tolentino suggests that social media platforms have encouraged users to take a performative approach to the internet, in which the audience is imagined to closely follow a user’s every move. Tolentino further argues that the internet has distorted the human perception of scale - this meant that an idea was only as important as it was important to each individual. Consequently, our culture has become increasingly ego-centric while viewing content that naturally corresponds with our ideological alignment. Chapter one is followed by some autobiographical chapters where Tolentino discusses different topics and social issues. As for chapter 4, it focuses on popular literary characters and their emotional maturation from childhood to adolescence to adulthood. Tolentino first provides examples of female protagonists in popular childhood books whom are naturally resilient despite growing up in troubling circumstances, so the author concludes that the typical literary heroine’s journey reminds us that women often traverse a journey from brave to blank to bitter as a result of social conditions. Notes & quotes " The dream of a better, truer self on the internet was slipping away. Where we had once been free to be ourselves online, we were now chained to ourselves online, and this made us self-conscious. Platforms that promised connection began inducing mass alienation. The freedom promised by the internet started to seem like something whose greatest potential lay in the realm of misuse. Even as we became increasingly sad and ugly on the internet, the mirage of the better online self continued to glimmer. As a medium, the internet is defined by a built-in performance incentive. In real life, you can walk around living life and be visible to other people. But you can’t just walk around and be visible on the internet—for anyone to see you, you have to act. You have to communicate in order to maintain an internet presence. And, because the internet’s central platforms are built around personal profiles, it can seem—first at a mechanical level, and later on as an encoded instinct—like the main purpose of this communication is to make yourself look good. Online reward mechanisms beg to substitute for offline ones, and then overtake them. This is why everyone tries to look so hot and well-traveled on Instagram; this is why everyone seems so smug and triumphant on Facebook; this is why, on Twitter, making a righteous political statement has come to seem, for many people, like a political good in itself. This practice is often called “virtue signaling,” a term most often used by conservatives criticizing the left. But virtue signaling is a bipartisan, even apolitical action. Twitter is overrun with dramatic pledges of allegiance to the Second Amendment that function as intra-right virtue signaling, and it can be something like virtue signaling when people post the suicide hotline after a celebrity death. Few of us are totally immune to the practice, as it intersects with a real desire for political integrity. Posting photos from a protest against border family separation, as I did while writing this, is a microscopically meaningful action, an expression of genuine principle, and also, inescapably, some sort of attempt to signal that I am good." " It has already built an ecosystem that runs on exploiting attention and monetizing the self. Even if you avoid the internet completely—my partner does: he thought #tbt meant “truth be told” for ages—you still live in the world that this internet has created, a world in which selfhood has become capitalism’s last natural resource, a world whose terms are set by centralized platforms that have deliberately established themselves as near-impossible to regulate or control. The internet is also in large part inextricable from life’s pleasures: our friends, our families, our communities, our pursuits of happiness, and—sometimes, if we’re lucky—our work. In part out of a desire to preserve what’s worthwhile from the decay that surrounds it, I’ve been thinking about five intersecting problems: first, how the internet is built to distend our sense of identity; second, how it encourages us to overvalue our opinions; third, how it maximizes our sense of opposition; fourth, how it cheapens our understanding of solidarity; and, finally, how it destroys our sense of scale." " a regime of involuntary technological surveillance, which subconsciously decreases our resistance to the practice of voluntary selfsurveillance on social media. If we think about buying something, it follows us around everywhere. We can, and probably do, limit our online activity to websites that further reinforce our own sense of identity, each of us reading things written for people just like us. On social media platforms, everything we see corresponds to our conscious choices and algorithmically guided preferences, and all news and culture and interpersonal interaction are filtered through the home base of the profile. The everyday madness perpetuated by the internet is the madness of this architecture, which positions personal identity as the center of the universe. It’s as if we’ve been placed on a lookout that oversees the entire world and given a pair of binoculars that makes everything look like our own reflection. Through social media, many people have quickly come to view all new information as a sort of direct commentary on who they are." " Identity, according to Goffman, is a series of claims and promises. On the internet, a highly functional person is one who can promise everything to an indefinitely increasing audience at all times." "This is why, with the internet, it’s so easy to stop trying to be decent, or reasonable, or politically engaged—and start trying merely to seem so. " "But the internet brings the “I” into everything. The internet can make it seem that supporting someone means literally sharing in their experience—that solidarity is a matter of identity rather than politics or morality, and that it’s best established at a point of maximum mutual vulnerability in everyday life. Under these terms, instead of expressing morally obvious solidarity with the struggle of black Americans under the police state or the plight of fat women who must roam the earth to purchase stylish and thoughtful clothing, the internet would encourage me to express solidarity through inserting my own identity. Of course I support the black struggle because I, myself, as a woman of Asian heritage, have personally been injured by white supremacy." " The internet was dramatically increasing our ability to know about things, while our ability to change things stayed the same, or possibly shrank right in front of us. I had started to feel that the internet would only ever induce this cycle of heartbreak and hardening—a hyper-engagement that would make less sense every day. But the worse the internet gets, the more we appear to crave it— the more it gains the power to shape our instincts and desires. "

This book was a thorough and well researched book and truly an achievement in cultural critique writing. I just didn’t love the topics that much, most of them felt like preaching to the choir with nothing new to add. My favourite chapter surrounding the flattening discourse around difficult women. That was supremely written covering how the use of feminism is being co-opted by corporate entities so much that it’s value is being dispersed. It was so sharp. Upon reflection this is probably worth more stars than given. My main issue the book was it made me feel like I was reading a website, which in pandemic era, makes me want to scrape my eyeballs out of their sockets.

"I can feel the tug of my deep and recurring suspicion that anything I might think about myself must be, somehow, necessarily wrong. In the end, the safest conclusions may not actually be conclusions. We are asked to understand our lives under such impossibly convoluted conditions. I have always accommodated everything I wish I were opposed to." I really enjoy Jia Tolentino's writing, and the core theme of 'self delusion' is a really interesting one to parse through so many different topics: the internet, reality TV, girlhood, influencer/celebrity culture, rape, infamy, weddings, drugs, religion, etc. I think this book captures a lot of the mental gymnastics that modern womanhood requires (although, as some reviewers state, there aren't necessarily any groundbreaking or new insights here - rather, familiar articulations). On theme with the conflicts explored in these essays, I'm torn between wishing that the essays erred more on the reflective than the journalistic side, and feeling that some of the purely reflective essays (ex: 'Ecstasy') lost me in what I should 'take away' from it. On the other hand, 'The Story of a Generation in Seven Scams' stands out as an essay that was interesting in its use of the 'scam' as a thematic link, but I found myself missing Tolentino's reflections on what these cultural phenomena meant to her. All in all, I can't say I disliked any of these essays - though I'm also not sure I gained much from them either, and I'm curious who is the ideal audience for this kind of writing (people who would relate would already know; people who would disagree are unlikely to be convinced ??). There's not really a theme in the essays that felt most memorable to me: Reality TV Me, the essay on the UVA rape case, some parts of Always Be Optimizing. An enjoyable read, although I feel like Trick Mirror highlighted and deepened my inner conflicts more than it 'enlightened' me.

A must-read book of 2019.

I think Jia Tolentino is the writer that I wish I was constantly. It is clear that she is an expert researcher and would be a formidable opponent in any debate. Her points come across so well, and I was hooked on the book the second I read the opening page. I ended up reading this book using three different formats so that I could absorb as much of it as possible quickly and, as someone who generally hates audiobooks, hearing it read by her was pretty great. So many of the essays have left an impact on me. The Cult of the Difficult Woman, Reality TV Me and Story of a Generation in Seven Scams were three of the best essays I have ever read, hands-down. I'm not sure why I can't get myself to give this a 5-stars. Some of the essays lost me a bit in repetition, so that may be why. I also can't wait to make my fiancé read this book though.

Full disclosure: I love Jia Tolentino and I’ll read anything with her name on it. This book consists of the kind of musing philosophical essays about random subjects that I write myself when I have time, wishing I had half of her eloquence and way with words. These aren’t problem solving, solution presenting types of essays, but beautifully written verbal processing on topics I tend to think a lot about myself; the Internet, culture, feminism, social expectations etc. If you’ve read and enjoy her work online, definitely check out this book.

Started strong and I was ready to give it a 5 stars. But over time, the essays started to be regurgitations of various studies, books, and shows. I think some parts could be more concise rather than long, draining sentences. Slowly, I was unsure about what her point was.

"Women hate trainwrecks to the extent that we hate ourselves. We love them to the extent that we want our own failings and flaws to be loved. The question, then, is choosing between the two. But why would these ever be our only options? The freedom I want is located in a world where we wouldn't need to love women, or even monitor our feelings about women as meaningful - in which we wouldn't need to parse the contours of female worth and liberation by paying meticulous attention to any of this at all." "If I object to the wife's diminishment for the same reason that I object to the bride's glorification, maybe this reason is much simpler and more obvious that I've imagined: I don't want to be diminished and I do want to be glorified - not in one shining moment, but whenever I want."

4.5⭐️

I don’t get all the hype for this book. Most of the essays were a bit of a let down, either because i already had read about the subjects already (ie the scammer essay) or I felt it was a bit disjointed. I did like the reality tv essay but on the whole this book was a bit of a let down.

this is brimming with the contradictions and complexities of the last decade— matter-of-factly and sometimes hilariously revelatory. the tangential nature of some essays was a bit distracting, but i still very much enjoyed them!! my favorites are “we come from old virginia”, “ecstasy” and “always be optimizing”
Highlights

Every woman faces backlash and criticism. Extraordinary women face a lot of it. And that criticism always exists in the context of sexism, just like everything else in a woman's life. These three facts have collapsed into one another, creating the idea that harsh criticism of a woman is itself always sexist, and furthermore, more subtly, that receiving sexist criticism is in itself an indication of a woman's worth.

The problem is that a feminism that prioritizes the individual will always, at its core, be at odds with a feminism that prioritizes the collective. The problem is that it is so easy today for a woman to seize upon an ideology she believes in and then exploit it, or deploy it in a way that actually runs counter to that ideology. That is in fact exactly what today's ecosystem of success encourages a woman to do.

Traditionally, male literary characters are written and received as emblems of the human condition rather than the male one. Take Stephen Dedalus, Gregor Samsa, Raskolnikov, Nick Adams, Neddy Merrill (better known as the Swimmer), Carver's blind man, Holden Caulfield, Rabbit Angstrom, Sydney Carton, Karl Ove Knausgaard, et cetera: they are not all exactly acting out the traditional hero's journey, in which the hero ventures forth into the world, vanquishes some foe, and returns victorious. But the hero's journey, in all these stories, nonetheless provides the grammar to be adhered to or refuted. Self-mythologization hovers regardless of the actual plot.
Female literary characters, in contrast, indicate the condition of being a woman. They are condemned to a universe that revolves around sex and family and domesticity.

Technology, in fact, has made us less than oppositional: where beauty is concerned, we have deployed technology not only to meet the demands of the system but to actually expand these demands. The realm of what is possible for women has been expanding in all beauty related capacities.

Women are genuinely trapped at the intersection of capitalism and patriarchy - two systems that, at their extremes, ensure that individual success comes at the expense of collective morality. And yet there is enormous pleasure in individual success. It can feel like license and agency to approach an ideal, to find yourself in a good picture, on your wedding day, in a flash of identical movement-exemplifying a prototype. There are rewards for succeeding under capitalism and patriarchy; there are rewards even for being willing to work on its terms. There are nothing but rewards, at the surface level. The trap looks beautiful. It’s well-lit. It welcomes you in.

Today's ideal woman is of a type that coexists easily with feminism in its current market-friendly and mainstream form. This sort of feminism has organized itself around being as visible and appealing to as many people as possible; it has greatly over-valorized women's individual success. Feminism has not eradicated the tyranny of the ideal woman but, rather, has entrenched it and made it trickier. These days, it is perhaps even more psychologically seamless than ever for an ordinary woman to spend her life walking toward the idealized mirage of her own self-image. She can believe-reasonably enough, and with the full encouragement of feminism-that she herself is the architect of the exquisite, constant, and often pleasurable type of power that this image holds over her time, her money, her decisions, her selfhood, and her soul.

This is why, with the internet, it's so easy to stop trying to be decent, or reasonable, or politically engaged - and start trying merely to seem so.

In the absence of time to physically and politically engage with our community the way many of us want to, the internet provides a cheap substitute: it gives us brief moments of pleasure and connection, tied up in the opportunity to constantly listen and speak. Under these circumstances, opinion stops being a first step toward something and starts seeming like an end in itself.

The fact of the matter is that the whole thing is just transparently ridiculous, starting from the idea that a man just proposes to a woman and she's supposed to be just lying in wait for the moment he decides he's ready to commit to a situation where he statistically benefits and she statistically becomes less happy than she would be if she was single, and then she's the one who has to wear this tacky ring to signify male ownership, and she's supposed to be excited about it, this new life where doubt becomes this thing you're supposed to experience in private and certainty becomes the default affect for the entire rest of your life..

If you were a girl, and you were imagining your life through literature, you would go from innocence in childhood to sadness in adolescence to bitterness in adulthood-at which point, if you hadn't killed yourself already, you would simply dissapear.

When you are a woman, the things you like get used against you. Or, alternatively, the things that get used against you have all been prefigured as things you should like.

On the wings of market-friendly feminism, the idea that personal advancement is a subversive form of political progress has been accepted as gospel.

provided with a feminist praxis of individual advancement and satisfaction-two concepts that easily blur into self-indulgence -women happily bit. A politics built around getting and spending money is seXier than a politics built around politics. …we got, instead of expanded reproductive protections and equal pay and federally mandated family leave and subsidized childcare and a higher minimum wage, the sort of self-congratulatory empowerment feminism that corporations can get behind, the kind that comes with merchandisemugs that -mugs that that said “male tears”…

even if I criticize its [mainstream feminism] emptiness; I am complicit no matter what I do.

Stories about blatant con began stackin artists allow us to have the scam both ways: we get the pleasure asof seeing the scammer exposed and humiliated, but also the spective, vicarious thrill of watching the scammer take people for a ride

In the end, the safest conclusions may not actually be conclusions.

heroes are mostly unhappy for existential reasons; heroines suffer for social reasons, becamse of male power, because of men.

.We have not 'optimized" our wages, our childcare system, our political represention; we still hardly even think of parity as realistic in those areas, let alone anything approaching perfection. We have maximized our capacity as market assets.That's all.

But, then again, nothing today ever de-escalates.And feminism has also repeatedly attempted to render certain ase the discussion off-limits for criticism. It has put such a pen on individual success, so much emphasis on individual choice that it is seen as unfeminist to criticize anything that a woman chooses to make herself more successful-even in situations is, in which women's choices are constrained and dictated by social expectations and by the arbitrary dividends of be and work, which is more rewarding if one is young and rich and conVentionally attractíve to begin with.
her critiques on mainstream feminism are poignant and important and really show her off as one of the great essay writers of today

The default assumption tends to be that it is politically important to designate everyone as beautiful, that it is a meaningful project to make sure that everyone can become, and feel, increasingly beautiful. We have hardly tried to imagine what it might look like if our culture could do the opposite-de-escalate the situation, make beauty matter less.

Capitalism has no land left to cultivate but but the self. Everything is being cannibalized-not just goods and labor, but personality and relationships and attention.

lab rats are put in front of an unpredictable food dispenser. Rats will eventually stop pressing the lever if their device dispenses food regularly or not at all. But if the lever's rewards are rare and irregular, the rats will never stop pressing it. In other words, it is essential that social nedia is mostly unsatisfying. That is what keeps us scrolling, scrolling, pressing our lever over and over in the hopes of getting some fleeting sensation-some momentary rush of recognition, flattery, or rage.

(Take the experience of enjoying a that sunset versus the experience of communicating to an audience that you're enjoying a sunset, for example.)

People wrote about women "'speaking out" with prayerful reverence, as if speech itself could bring redistribution and true investment from men weren't necessary, too.