My exposure to Ms. Tyler has been somewhat limited and fairly biased. See, it was like this: I first saw her in that ping pong movie with Christopher Walken as the evil Chinese ping pong bad guy emperor and she would hang out behind Mr. Walken in her hot little outfit and a blow dart gun and was all badass. I told Gabe, "That chick is both hot and bad! I love her." Fast forward a few years and we're watching "Archer" and Gabe tells me that Lana Kane is the hot, badass chick who spews poisoned darts from her dart gun in the ping pong movie and I was all, "NO WAY! That's SO COOL! AND she says 'YUP!' just like I do so, obviously, we are the SAME!" (except for the part where I'm a shortish, rounder, white girl who is not famous or badass but other than that, we're practically twins)
AND THEN I read an article/blog post/Facebook note she wrote about being a gamer and I decided I was smitten with this tall, hot, badass, geeky woman and I voted for her to play Wonder Woman, which is neither here nor there except to say I am very picky about whom I feel should play Wonder Woman in movies so, obviously, I think highly of this person I don't know.
And that's been it. I don't watch her shows, I don't quite get her Girl On Guy podcast (though to be fair, I've only listened to one or two while being distracted at work) and I really don't know much else about her other than she's tall, wields blow dart guns in movies, is Lana Kane, and plays video games. I follow her on Twitter and Facebook but how often do I hang out in those places? Not often.
And yet, when this book came across my desk, I was all, "YAY! I MUST READ THIS!" and so I did!
Only now I don't feel quite so enthusiastic. I mean, it's fine as far as memoirish things go but...well, see, ok, first off, I was irritated with the format. Each chapter starts with a quote about wounds followed by a semi-related quite from Tyler. Then there's the essay followed some sort of moral at the end, or at least a pro-tip/life lesson that we can take and benefit from. Why is that necessary? Why the quotes and quips at the beginning? Why the tidy little lessons at the end? It seems a tad cutesy but also condescending and I suspect the publisher's hand in this...but that's just because I don't want to think Ms. Tyler is being condescending to her readers.
She's a decent writer, though perhaps a little unfocused but that's sort of the comedian's thing, right? Rapid cycle thinking leads to funniness but rapid cycle writing is sometimes a little harder to follow. Regardless, it's easy enough to get the gist of each chapter, though perhaps not necessarily the purpose. I guess I was never sure for whom this book was intended. Her fans? Well-known people who have low self-esteem and a lot of doubt? Her friends and family? I don't know.
Her account of her life ran fairly parallel to the lives of many people I know, myself included. Her family situation may have been a tad odd what with her living with her dad while her sister lived with her mom, but that's not unheard of, it's just not as common as one parent having all the kids. Like me, she grew up in the 80's, went to college in the '90's, had dorky tendencies that included good grades and not being able to hold her liquor or her wasabi. It was all very normal-sounding. There's nothing wrong with normal but I think I thought these self-inflicted wounds the title spoke of would be...I dunno...more monumental? Different from what my friends and I have experienced in our own growing-uphoods? Her embarrassments were normal teenager/young adult fiascos, things most of us went through in one form or another and have long since forgotten. More than anything, I felt myself remembering shenanigans of my own doing when I was a youngster. Sadly, that's where I usually found the laughs - in my own memories.
I suppose what I'm getting at is that this wasn't what I'd expected. I think I hoped for high hilarity and over-the-top situations and what I got was something more like a "Hey, remember when..." conversation you'd have with someone you sort of know from your past but don't really remember.
Also, dude, come ON! She keeps talking about her freakishly cool dad and there ARE NO PICTURES! The only picture in the whole book (and we're not counting the cover) is of her in a pretty bad see-through dress that she wishes would not ever appear again...only she put the picture in her book so...it will not stop appearing. Where are the rest of the pictures? Memoirs about youthhood tend to come with matching pictures and this one did not and I was sad.