My lengthy rummaging through book lists bore the fruit you can observe in the picture:

I’m starting with Emma Cline’s novel. Its protagonist is a prostitute, and that made me think about the absurdity of the expression “sex worker.” We don’t call me “a book worker” or an electrician “an electricity worker.” People are hiding their extreme prudishness behind these uneasy verbal contortions and end up sounding like idjits.
Hollyweird: “… you wouldn’t be caught stealing a car …”
OH YEAH?
YOU WOULDN’T BE CAUGHT SCREWING A BOOK
… oh, wait, that totally explains the state of American cinema. :-)
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