I really enjoyed this book of essays until getting about 2/3 through the book. Roiphe is clearly a brilliant and independent woman, but starting around the essay about celebrity profiles she became a bit of a nag. I'm all for cultural criticism, but it just went over the top. As much as I enjoyed the essay that criticizes Maureen Dowd, there were instances where Roiphe committed the exact types of over-reaching hype-crimes that she blamed Dowd for. I wanted to like the book all the way through, I really did, but couldn't!