Do you have any idea how ambiguously gay all of classic literature really is? Or how unambiguously gay all of recorded history is?

Even if there’s a rating system to accomodate Shakespeare’s male lover addressed in the Sonnets, or Richard the Lionheart’s affair with the King of France in the middle of the Crusades, such a thing would never resolve the issue because this has never been about “protecting kids.” This is and has always been a panic attack against modernity, a tantrum by a dying demographic who blame queer people for their own lack of control in life. You might as well try to reach a compromise with ISIS.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is just a plodding excuse for the author’s self-insert indulging his fetishes.

Your friend is a dolt. Libraries buy more copies of a single title than any individual consumer. And buy them again because books get lost, damaged, or turned into rolling paper by Dwayne.

And that’s just the first edition. Rinse and repeat for the paperback.

The Culture Code. Stupid trash, by and for the sort of delusional shovelheads who spend money on their LinkedIn profiles.