This book is separated into a couple of different sections with each their own title and supposed theme. The themes were never clearly defined by the essays, nor was I a fan of the italicized paragraphs that prefaced the actually essays. Like others who have reviewed this book in the past, I did not feel like it added to the essays.
Part one of the book was very difficult to meander through mostly because the choice of essays always seemed to revolve around something rather inconsequential about her life. It wasn’t just the choice of essays for the first part but also the way she chose to give voice to them. In a couple of the essays in the first part it seems like she is really trying to garner some sort of approval (think manic pixie dream girl). When she wasn’t trying to garner attention, her essays sounded more like fangirl moments (there were two Sherlock chapters about the amazingness of the show).
After I finished the first part, I was worried about the contents of the second. Much to my amazement, the first couple of essays make a point but nothing too deep. As a writer who claims to write about political subjects and to claim the mantle of feminism, it seems she knows little about how to move deeper than just claiming to do as much.
There were a couple of essays that seemed to counter this identity of feminism, mostly because she either is criticizing a woman for dressing like a “hoe” in particular Rihanna (a pop star known for dressing to break stereotypes and make statements about her body and independence). I took offense to her choosing to go after an African American popstar by name but leaving alone all the white, female pop stars who do much the same thing she claims. The other issue is the essay about fashion in which she claims no one woman in her right mind would ever choose to wear something that didn’t make her look thinner. This negates the fact that there is a movement going on currently that is tossing that stereotype aside, but also that it defines women and womanhood in such a superficial manner.
All in all, I could not make it past the end of part two and was struggling to get through the third part that I ended up giving up. If I wanted to read a collection of essays that were one part personal and one part political, there are much better collections out there. My worry now is that a lot of these memoir, essay collections are starting to be rather on this side of ridiculous. They are all about pop culture and the obsession with it. I won’t deny that pop culture permeates our society, but there is only so many books a girl can read about how obsessed people are with trashy t.v. and celebrities.