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There’s a thread on twelvestone about movies that were better than the book. And American Psycho appeared on the list.

Back in college, a girl named Jenny used to come by my dorm room. It was weird – we were both attracted to each other, and our "relationship" was a bit… well, confusing. Oftentimes, she’d stop by and read to me while I was in bed. Sometimes she’d stay the night; sometimes she just read to me.

For anyone that’s read the book, there are some seriously gross passages. I mean, dementedly gross. And each time she would read to me, it’d be from American Psycho. So there were several nights where I’d be in bed, listening to this incredibly attractive woman read me the sickest, descriptively grotesque passages. Those nights, I was aroused beyond belief at the prospect of her slipping under the covers with me, after she was done reading. But just as often, she’d finish reading and walk out, leaving me really horny and really nauseous, all at the same time.

I don’t think I’m going to rent that movie. Ever.