Obviously, I blended The Stepford Wives by Ira Levin with Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk to whip up this delightful literary treat. Also the pivotal science fiction work, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick served up Cookie Rifkin’s unique point of view on a silver platter, while the horror classic, The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty fed her anxiety.
Additionally, Life 3.0 by Max Tegmark explained the enslaved-god scenario of artificial intelligence so well that it inspired me to draw parallels with Betty Friedan’s housewife problem in The Feminine Mystique. I found the complementary flavors delightful.
Maybe the tastiest idea for this story came from an article in the journal, Reinventing Identities: The Gendered Self in Discourse called “Rebaking the Pie: The Woman as Dessert Metaphor” by Caitlin Hines. Clearly, I’m still indulging in the analogy.
And finally, I offer a gracious thank you to William Powell for The Anarchist’s Cookbook, a source that provided both the defiant attitude and the recipes for disaster in this story.
I devour social, linguistic, and technology theory for fun, and my mind mixes it all up and bakes it into cutting satire. I only offer a half-hearted apology for this, because no one should take life so goddamned seriously. None of us are getting out go this all-you-can-eat buffet alive.