No, but when I was nineteen, I used to stalk this dude I went to high school with. Have you ever had a temporary restraining order issued against someone or had one issued against you? If so, please give details and dates: i’m 90% sure this was just for her own use and she never actually submitted it, which is too bad, because i think it would have been a more interesting essay if she had gone through the interview process after filling out the forms with these honest/humorous responses.Īge: 35ish (but I could pass for forty-seven to fifty-two, easily sixtysomething if I stay up all night) The first essay is her filled-out application for the television show The Bachelorette, which she loves. she has certain writerly idiosyncrasies, like invoking imaginary people in the second person, “your aunt Karen,” “ your grandma’s favorite adhesive bandages,” “your recently retired fifth-grade teacher” that threw me for a loop at first, but i think the bigger problem is that our funny bones just don’t align. I think if i had read her first book or followed her blog, i would have gotten into this one more easily that inevitable carry-over appreciation/indulgence would have been in the background as i read this. I am not blog-savvy, so i’d never heard of the author before, but i needed a nonfiction title to read for this month, and i really really needed something funny, so this seemed to be the perfect choice, and finding another funny lady-writer for the future would just be icing on the cake.

I read this book because it was free, blurbed by jenny lawson, and it had a cat on the cover, thus combining three of my favorite things. Oooh, goodreads choice awards semifinalist for best humor book! what will happen? Thirteen questions to ask before getting married. Whether talking about how her difficult childhood has led to a problem in making 'adult' budgets, explaining why she should be the new Bachelorette-she's '35-ish, but could easily pass for 60-something'-detailing a disastrous pilgrimage-slash-romantic-vacation to Nashville to scatter her estranged father's ashes, sharing awkward sexual encounters, or dispensing advice on how to navigate friendships with former drinking buddies who are now suburban moms-hang in there for the Costco loot-she's as deft at poking fun at the ghosts of her past self as she is at capturing powerful emotional truths.ĭo you guys pay your fucking bills or what?. With We Are Never Meeting in Real Life., 'bitches gotta eat' blogger and comedian Samantha Irby turns the serio-comic essay into an art form.

Sometimes you just have to laugh, even when life is a dumpster fire.

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