There is much that I will take with me from this book.
Probably the biggest wisdom that I gleaned here is the mantra Good for her! Not for me. This isThere is much that I will take with me from this book.
Probably the biggest wisdom that I gleaned here is the mantra Good for her! Not for me. This is something I feel the world of women sorely needs. My husband and I often talk about how, yes, men are mean to women and that is terrible, but what is even more terrible is just how mean women are to and about other women. With this mindset we could all truly be on the same team. I have already begun to make this a daily meditation, and I am already a happier person for it.
Thank you, Amy Poehler. Thank you and yes please....more
I don't connect with Lena Dunham on much of a personal level. Her upbringing was far too privileged and liberal for me to feel a connection with her rI don't connect with Lena Dunham on much of a personal level. Her upbringing was far too privileged and liberal for me to feel a connection with her regarding our lifestyles.
Regardless, I liked the book okay. It was like listening to a bunch of stories told by a friend of a friend who has had a much different life than myself. I can vicariously live through her experiences of casual sex, recreational drug use, and hypochondria and then retreat back to my life where I am very happy that I never had to deal with those things. I like being boring, uncomplicated, low maintenance. (I went to therapy once when my mom and her second husband were getting divorced. I was twelve or thirteen. I told my mom I was fine but she insisted on taking me, just in case. I've always been interested in psychology, so I was incredibly interested and eager to have someone listen to me and analyze my answers and maybe tell me some truth about myself that lay hidden. I guess I was a little too happy to be there because the therapist apparently told my mom that I was more than fine, because I never got to go back.)
I don't always relate to her. On page 134 she writes, "I am going to London. All alone. I haven't been to London since age fourteen..." Oh, boohoo. How am I supposed to connect with that? I have never been out of the country, let alone multiple times. How am I supposed to nod my head along while she talks casually of celebrity sightings and veganism? She wouldn’t be able to connect with me when I talk about kickball in the backyard, marching band rehearsal, or being carted around between states due to a court-appointed joint-custody holiday schedule. I guess I should cut her some slack.
I feel like we maybe wouldn't be friends in real life. I feel like I'd hear her make one mention of her nanny or her allergist or her summers at the lake house in Connecticut or some other instance of rich girl drama and I’d roll my lower-middle-class eyes right out of their sockets.
But…I can be unfairly biased against people of privilege as well as the bright lights of the big city. I'm sick of New York and I've never even been there.
I like her writing style, open and declarative. There were moments that were insightful, and it was these that I clung to when deciding if I should keep reading. She uses crisp, evocative prose that satisfies my need for raw emotion and detail, but then oops! Some of it might be made up. She says so herself that she's an unreliable narrator. I feel like many of the things that she writes about (anxiety, acting out, etc) are all just the first world problems of an entitled child told in an exaggerated way to get attention. It sounds made up. She literally describes the exact same sexual encounter (her maybe-rape) twice in two completely different ways, in two completely different essays. Finding out the truth of this should be the topic of the next season of Serial.
Her final essay, entitled “Guide to Running Away,” ended the book on such a ridiculously and unnecessarily dramatic note that it almost ruined the entire book for me. She’s the kind of girl who declares that she “hates drama” and then creates it from nothing.
I’m torn about her, about this book. It's sometimes hard for me to remember that this isn’t a review of Lena Dunham the person.
But, as Amy Poehler recently taught me, Good for her! Not for me.
Throughout my reading of this book, for every notch that I put in the negative column, I noted that she seems painfully self-aware, so I couldn't fully fault her for her narcissism. It’s a Thing with me. If you’re annoying but you’re at least aware of it, you sort of get a pass. It’s refreshing for someone to come along and be free and unapologetic in their neuroses. Even though I can’t relate to her problems, I can relate to the tell-all nature of it. The sticky stuff that people leave out of their Facebook feeds. That’s what she puts front and center, and that’s what I like. I mean, we’re all narcissists, aren’t we?
I like her. And I don't. Even though I don’t always agree with her. I liked the first season of Girls but didn't love it. Is she the voice of my generation, though? I’ll get back to you on that, because I can’t seem to decide if my reaction to that statement is a shrug or the finger....more
I picked up this book because I work at Starbucks, but I probably would not have read it otherwise. I just moved down to Texas a couple weeks ago andI picked up this book because I work at Starbucks, but I probably would not have read it otherwise. I just moved down to Texas a couple weeks ago and had to transfer to a new store down there and I was feeling very homesick and outside of my comfort zone. So it was nice to pick up a memoir and read about things that were familiar to me and remind myself that I was not the only person that has had a hard time with a new life path. It has been a hard transition, but I am starting to acknowledge that there is light at the end of the tunnel....more
To read stuff like, "I had an idea for a song one day, and that song was Billie Jean" my mouth just fell open again and again. After Off the Wall onlyTo read stuff like, "I had an idea for a song one day, and that song was Billie Jean" my mouth just fell open again and again. After Off the Wall only won a single Grammy, MJ was slightly disappointed and thought, "Next time, next time I'll show them" and then he made THRILLER and it became the best-selling album of all time. And the night before the Motown 25 reunion of the original Jackson 5, MJ choreographed his entire routine to Billie Jean (the first time it was on TV) and decided sort of last minute to add in this new move he had been practicing a little and that move was THE MOONWALK. After that show FRED ASTAIRE called him to compliment his dancing.
To say that I love Michael Jackson is an incalculable understatement. I know he was a piping hot bag of crazy, but the man was also fucking brilliant. HATERS GONNA HATE....more
How many times have I thought that? How many times have I wished that I could go back to a point in my life before**spoiler alert** "Oh, I envy you."
How many times have I thought that? How many times have I wished that I could go back to a point in my life before I had read Harry Potter, just so I could start again afresh? The number is astronomical.
This book is a blessing. Melissa Anelli, the webmistress for The Leaky Cauldron, has given us her experience inside the HP Phenomenon. While the timeline tended to jump around and I wasn't always sure what "year" of her story I was in, I could overlook it because I was feeling such a familiar and previously dormant Harry Potter High from Anelli's words.
This book was able to transport me temporarily back to the time in my life before Deathly Hallows was published, when theorizing was my lifeblood, and as much as I wanted that countdown clock to tick by faster, I also was afraid of what lay beyond it. Reading through her experience in the fandom was a way for me to vicariously live that part of my life again. No, I haven't been to any wizard rock shows, I haven't cosplayed at a premiere (yet!), and I didn't take part in any "shipping" wars, but her words plucked me right out of 2009 and transported me back to the years between Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows, and I didn't just remember fondly but I actually felt the excitement again.
The heartbreak that I used to anticipate whenever I thought heavily about the high probability of J. K. Rowling killing off one or more of my favorite characters... Snape, Lupin, Moody, Neville... the fear at wondering how in the hell these three kids were going to find five more horcruxes and destroy them when just destroying one rendered Dumbledore's hand dead and blackened... the tingling that would envelop my limbs whenever I fervently discussed if Snape was good or evil... it all came rushing back.
I am so grateful for having read this. It was like finding a portkey to the past....more
Before reading this book, I was already petrified of pregnancy. Not so much the nine months while the baby is living and growing inside of me, or theBefore reading this book, I was already petrified of pregnancy. Not so much the nine months while the baby is living and growing inside of me, or the countless years of it living and growing outside of me; I'm more concerned with the time spent actually pushing it out of my vagina. And after reading this book, I am absolutely fucking Out Of This World Oh My God Scared To Death to birth a child. I have no doubt that I can handle everything up to the point when the pushing begins, and I'm even fairly certain that I can handle everything after the cord is cut, but man, a RIPPING VAGINA does not sound like my idea of Worthwhile Consequences.
But as frightening as it is to me, I know that I have to do it someday. I have to because I want to. I want the smiles and giggles and fresh baby smell. I need it. And Heather B. Armstrong has made it so that I can actually look past all of the terrible horrible no good very bad days of screaming and pooping and not-sleeping in years to come, and God help me, look forward to the miracle of motherhood....more
Fast, hilarious read. I picked this up because I am a fan of Star Wars, knowing through hearsay that Carrie Fisher was an alcoholic addict. My motherFast, hilarious read. I picked this up because I am a fan of Star Wars, knowing through hearsay that Carrie Fisher was an alcoholic addict. My mother being a recovering alcoholic and myself being raised attending meetings with her, I was extremely interested in the recovery aspect of her memoir. And while she does touch on that, Fisher's autobiography is more of an its-funny-because-it's-true painting of her family and the unbelievable encounters she has had with celebrities and non-celebrities alike (Phone calls from Cary Grant! Homewrecked by Elizabeth Taylor!).
I could not stop laughing throughout all of Chapter 2, where Fisher lays out her "family tree" and explains the marriages and divorces and Hollywood Inbreeding. I was literally smiling the whole way through!
For example: "...about a year later, Mike Todd took off in a private plane in a rainstorm, and the following morning Elizabeth was a widow. Well, naturally, my father flew to Elizabeth's side, gradually making his way slowly to her front. He first dried her eyes with his handkerchief, then he consoled her with flowers, and he ultimately consoled her with his penis."