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“Raunchy, funny and vivid
Those faint of heart beware...strap in and get ready for a roller-coaster ride to remember."
— Kirkus Reviews
“Amazingly crass, defiant, witty, terrifying, and wondrous...[Irby] cuts the bawdy, wickedly funny pieces with some truly poignant palate cleansers...Irby’s voice is raw, gripping, and ...Delicious."
“Her candor in style and subject mattermostly sex, dating, and the general lousiness of menhas earned Samantha Irby a cult following... Honesty mixed with self-deprecating humor is what propels reader."
— Time Out Chicago
"Samantha Irby is as bad as she wants to be."
— Chicago Tribune
"Whether she’s writing about her latest inflammatory bowel disease attack or documenting a sexual escapade gone awry (sometimes simultaneously), you’ll most likely be able to relate to Irby’s tell-all book. Her raw honesty and scathing sense of humor will make you laugh out loud
"There is no summing up Samno writerly preface, no small-talk tidbits, no rundown of vital stats that can suffice. She is irreducible, like a prime number, or a quark [...] Irby's writing has a powerfully intimacy, a direct connection between her and her readers. On the page, she's more an essayist than a storyteller per se, with the essayist's intellectual habitsexploring ideas, contradicting herself, poking thoughts to see if they burst, and then reveling in the mess."
— Chicago Reader
"Irby has the rare ability to divulge her personal problems to an expansive, invisible Internet audience and still dazzle a crowded room of literati."
— Chicago Magazine
In this book of essays, blogger Irby is just as funny and irreverent as she is on bitchesgottaeat.com. Expect the usual: sex, tacos, Crohn's disease, and lousy (but hilariously so) men.
A raunchy, funny and vivid collection of essays chronicling intimate acts and everyday life as perceived by Chicago blogger and performer Irby. No topic escapes the author's blunt analysis, whether it pertains to herself or others. The author opines on how other people have sex, her relationship with her gynecologist, her ongoing and graphically depicted battle with Crohn's disease, the embarrassment of sucking her thumb or the overall icky behavior of men. As a black child growing up on Chicago's North Shore, Irby experienced a life sandwiched between white and black cultures. "I am pretty much an expert in white people," she writes. "I don't really understand lacrosse, but I do pay for a subscription to the New Yorker." Irby sniffs out and confronts the racial ticks both races engage in--e.g., "black people who are uncomfortable in their own skin…try to control and demean other black people by challenging their "blackness.' " Or whites burdened by guilt, engaging in racial profiling and taking her at face value: "I love that you have no idea that I don't know what the fuck I am talking about. I'm not Cornel West, bitch." Irby refuses to adhere to any boundaries in her selection of topics or language. The subject of sex runs throughout the collection. The titles of two of the essays give some indication of the author's take on the topic: "How to get Your Disgusting Meat Carcass Ready for some New, Hot Sex" and "Massive Wet Asses." Irby's vocabulary is akin to that used in late-night comedy clubs. Those faint of heart beware. If you are ready for strong, sarcastic language paired with attitude-laced humor, strap in and get ready for a roller-coaster ride to remember.
On her popular website bitchesgottaeat.com, Samantha Irby admitted that she checks her mail only once four or five days because she likes feeling sought-after and important. That habit might soon change after the first barrages of letters begin hitting after the publication of this meaty collection of essays. Samantha's opinions herein are emphatic, unique, and freely dispersed. Clearly, a woman capable of fantasizing about a "It's Raining Men" mash-up playing on a continuous loop in the skinny jeans section of Forever 21 is willing to go where only a few brave souls have gone before. Irby's riffs on dating, men, sex, and a host of other embarrassing subject will make readers howl with laughter or agreement.