Albee was, bizarrely, asked by the producer David Merrick to rewrite the book for a stage-musical version of "Breakfast at Tiffany's": at the first preview, as Albee put it, an "incredible wave of loathing came across the footlights," and he managed, as he said later, "in only two weeks, to turn something that would have been a six-month mediocrity into an instant disaster".
So the loathing came with the arrival of Europeans and their ideas of manifest destiny and "civilizing" the continent.
"This is where my self-loathing comes from," he says.
In it he writes, "The potential for self-loathing comes from the unavoidable problem that one is engaging in a childish, fraudulent activity".
Whether it's those under-eye circles staring back at us or that elusive "thigh gap," self-loathing comes just as naturally as breathing.
"For her self-loathing comes from her inability to accept the rapes, so she makes herself into a monster because she didn't say no, or because she was wet, because she likes sex so much".
A sort of self-loathing came about".
So when I feel a good dose of self-loathing coming on, or I feel I'm not worthy of love -- I take some time to regroup.
The next time you feel some self-loathing coming on, stop yourself by saying out loud literally–"I'm not going there".
Yet most intolerable — sickening and intolerable — was the look in the eyes of Stiles and Veneris, who, glancing back as they moved through the visible swarm of enemy bullets, turned upon me their measureless scorn and loathing.... Coming awake, awash in sweat, I felt my pounding heart and was sure I'd made a strangled noise, loud enough to arouse my friends.
