The Final Girl Support Group

Mr. Hendrix, why? May I just ask why this piece of smug piece of shit had to be written? Repeating the same, half-baked, idiotic opinion is not making you profound, it's just ridiculous.
Let me elaborate, my friends.

A bunch of women are in a therapy group, old women, mind you, because at one point in their youth they were all the single survivors of massacres where they killed the perpetrator is self-defence.
One of them gets murdered, though. They automatically think they will be next.

I have liked the author's previous books, but this... Dude.
There is this repeating sentiment in this book, the idea that somehow women are just constantly killed for the lulz. That we are just victims. Always. And that senseless death is specific to women and that it just happens because we are women.
May I remind you how these women ended up there? Their respective groups got murdered. Like camp counsellors. Who aren't even all women. But somehow it's a problem of VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. It gives me intense “women are the REAL victims of war” energies and those can go fuck themselves.
I'm not saying all this because it was written by a man. Some reviews did that and I find it kind of telling they all went to “IT WAS SAID BY AN UGLY WHITE MAN”, like they wouldn't eat up this ridiculous idea if it was said by some “empowered” New York journo daughter of the elite.

It's just stupid. We can go the other direction; when men die brutally... nobody even cares. It's just background noise and unimportant. Is that any better? Well, maybe that idea isn't popular with the people the author was trying to court here, but hey.

It's a flat and annoying piece.