For years, men have ordered me to watch this work of stunning genius. Having finally succumbed, it turns out they were wrong
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Men try to explain things to essayist Rebecca Solnit, who called it mansplaining. Men try to get me to watch There Will Be Blood with them. You might say it’s left me with PTAD. Paul Thomas Anderson’s slow-burn period drama, set during the southern California oil boom at the turn of the 20th century, was released to widespread acclaim in 2007. The same year, I turned 16 and started dating in earnest. In the 13 years since There Will Be Blood, and men’s admiration for it, has been a running theme in my romantic history.
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