There's something about the sheer existential weight of so much fatuous and inappropriate oversharing of the details of the life of an independent organism which is well-suited to book form. Recommended. Perhaps for pregnant people.
I recommend it to any parent who wants to know how not to act, and any childless person who wants to commiserate over the obnoxiousness of parents in the Facebook generation.
As much as it pains me to admit this (considering I have a 7-year-old daughter), sometimes I'm embarrassed to be a mom. So embarrassed that I read the new STFU Parents book with a box of tissues beside me; some for the tears from my hysterical laughter, some to drown my sorrows that I'm associated with these oversharing nitwits.
“[A] public service to both people with kids and without, teaching both camps important lessons about how to be less offensive and clueless.”