Megan Fox

I don't know what prompted me to pick up Megan Fox's autobiographical poetry collection that came out earlier this week. The Rupi Kaur comparison I read did not help in the slightest (or did it?), but Megan Fox was a pop culture phenomenon; after all, who amongst us does not remember Jennifer's Body?

The introductory letter penned by Megan was touching, although I was skeptical about the throat chakras. The resulting collection had moments of wit and originality but a whole lot of Megan Fox sounding like every other white girl who has been given the chance to have a poetry book published.

But the wit that does seem to have come straight from Megan Fox is absolutely worth it. That comes in the forms of things like titles such as "it's giving patrick batemam" and "you'd be so much more handsome if you'd get an exorcism" and some really cool lines from her poems.

What does genuinely horrify the reader are the details Megan Fox includes about these relationships. Those are painful details. 10 weeks and a day is too specific to be creative license; those things have happened to her. And keep in mind that this woman has been sexualized and routinely let down by a lot of people around her. The variety article made it pretty easy to understand; she was beautiful and considered shallow, so why did anyone want to help her? No, people preferred to slut shame her and be grateful for the chance to audition in a bikini washing a car.

I'm also a bit horrified to think of her partners, men who are so prominent in the spotlight and try to understand which of them she was referring to in her book while she wrote this. The woman should name names, just so these guys are ousted themselves.

Oh wait, she already did, and look what that did.… (meer)