About five years ago, when I was a little, chubby, recent-high school grad, I somehow started talking to a guy online. A fellow gay man. Now, at 18 I was even more naive than I am now, and had hoped this acquaintanceship would turn into a steamy, zany courtship.
Midway through my last (semi-first) blog, I realized something dire: I talk about Ayn Rand a lot. People who had read my blog mentioned this to me the day after I posted it, helping to reaffirm this thought. These people then asked me, “Who is Ayn Rand and why do you seem to hate her?” In light of this, I am going to do something that both terrifies and excites me: a brief history of Ayn Rand.