Liz Phair

I have mixed feelings about this memoir. On the one hand, I appreciate the open vulnerability in these pages. We are all flawed human beings in some way, and coming to terms with that can be difficult but is important if we ever expect to be better. Liz Phair certainly has come to terms with it and is very open about her flawed past, and present. I appreciated that openness and honesty.

Some parts of this book were just physically uncomfortable for me to read. I thought I was going to pass out while reading the chapter that described her childbirth scenario. I feel like its inclusion was just to be shocking and screamed: "see how much of a woman I am!" Basically challenging the reader to suck it up and keep reading.

I dunno, I guess this book just made me think of all the ways third wave feminism has failed me. The idea that if a woman puts on makeup and has sex with enough guys, that we're liberated. I feel like that's the image I got of Liz Phair (whether or not that's a fair assumption I can't say, as I only have this book and her music to go from). But what I read about is a woman who does not feel complete without a man attached. And that makes me sad.… (meer)

damn this is like if someone polled me to see what i would most want to read liz phair's thoughts on & then she did the opposite. i cannot remember the last time i read a book this bad (read: ruthlessly boring, unimportant, tedious) & im a huge liz phair apologist i love white chocolate space egg, even feel like the self-titled album is her realizin some pop genius & figurin out some things. anyway im no longer reading anything written after 1500 to avoid any metoo or protometoo hot takes if it dont have a hunk in a hairshirt i dont wanna read it these are my thoughts...love cassandra… (meer)