Yesterday I finally saw “Fight Club” for the first time, that cultural touchstone, becoming the last American male over the age of 20 to do so. Took me long enough.

Unfortunately, about a year ago someone spoiled me on the plot twist. (Whoever it was, I hate you.) I tried to watch the movie pretending to myself that I didn’t know, but it didn’t totally work. Various scenes took on extra meaning even though I tried to pretend they didn’t.

I still enjoyed the movie — how can you not enjoy a David Fincher movie? And in a way I feel like I saw the movie for the first and the second times simultaneously.

So I guess I’m all caught up on pop culture now.