This may have something to do with the fact that I'm in my late twenties--I read last month that your memory takes a steep dive at the age of twenty, which explains both why teenagers (including me as one) have such an extensive grasp of trivia and why I suddenly went stupid at the age of twenty-one. I'm serious, I think I remember the day I actually went stupid. I was a junior in college and I thought I'd just had a little too much to... drink. Yes. Drink. Too much to drink. And the next day, I couldn't remember who won Best Actress in 1994, and was suddenly terrified that I'd killed important brain cells. These days, I can't even remember who won Best Actress two years ago, so clearly it's all Flowers for Algernon up in here.

(This is another reason I don't believe that Kaavya Viswanathan--and more on her in a few paragraphs--"internalized" other people's works. Bitch, please. You were seventeen when you wrote the book, which is well under the Algernon Threshold, if I may coin a phrase. Shit, you're still under the threshold. If you were twenty-five, I'd almost be able to believe you.)

(Does "threshold" have one h or two there in the middle? Dammit, I can't remember!)