Did you really have to go and get Botox? I mean, whatever. No judgement, I guess! I support people doing whatever it is they want to do to their own bDid you really have to go and get Botox? I mean, whatever. No judgement, I guess! I support people doing whatever it is they want to do to their own bodies, and at twenty five, what do I know? Along with some of the wisdom you will find in these pages, such as how to recover from addiction/substance abuse and practice self care, not date narcissists, etc, you will find a new found embrace of a previously shunned materialism. Though it's far from an uncomplicated one. Michelle Tea is nothing if not self-aware, which is the quality that makes you want to be her friend: her amazing capacity for unflinching introspection, self-deprecation, and in the end, a wry account of her journey to self-love. This book is about recovery and healing and learning to raise your shitty punk standards, but it's totally also about class mobility. As someone from a 1st generation immigrant family, and someone who has experienced class mobility in her lifetime, I have seen this process firsthand. I have mixed feelings. It's complicated, and she doesn't deny this. Self-love and self-care however, don't have to be synonymous with consumerism. I also do feel weird about her rule against dating depressed people. I know people with chemical imbalances who manage themselves and sustain healthy, loving, long-term relationships.
As someone who is also trying to not live in the kind of punk houses where the walls look like they are streaked with shit and guacamole, or people are dealing drugs in the kitchen, or there is a scabies scare and people doing whip its 24/7, some guy named " Trash" passed out on your living room couch for weeks, I totally relate to the feeling of "I am very ready to not live like this." As someone who is already shocked by some of the self destructive behavior of the first half of her twenties, or the situations I've found myself in, so much of this rang true and made me kind of excited to get old. When I am forty, what will I feel when I look back at the time I went on a date with a Russian mobster named Gosha, who I met at the strip club? The time someone I was dating fled town after stabbing a dude? Perhaps in another fifteen years my tune will change. I think right now, for me, there is a middle ground between dating people with addiction issues and narcissists and going on expensive shopping sprees, the latter not being an option, and the former losing it's romantic appeal.
As with Michelle Tea's other work, what appeals most isn't the quality of the prose itself but the person behind the stories. Michelle Tea she just seems like a pretty cool person with some hard earned wisdom and some gritty humor to tell it with. ...more
So sardonic that it is difficult to find something to clasp onto. This is a bleak, satirical portrait of a financially unstable and emotionally destruSo sardonic that it is difficult to find something to clasp onto. This is a bleak, satirical portrait of a financially unstable and emotionally destructive family in the post-Soviet era. I prefer Petrushevskaya's work in its shorter forms, which allow her macabre wit, sarcasm, and grotesque humor to pack a better punch. I found it sociologically, historically, and personally interesting, but found her writing style to be less engaging in the form of a longer narrative...more