As a raging feminist who loves non-fiction, I cannot believe I didn’t like this, considering the reviews. DNF at page 26—for context, I’ve only DNF’d five books in my life. I simply could not tolerate this book. It infuriated me.
I found it difficult to connect with the author, and many of her statements felt abrasive or misinformed. I'm not religious in the slightest, but I found her comment suggesting that religion is not taboo but instead “institutional child abuse committed by male clergy” to be insanely reductive and offensive. She loves sweeping generalisations, and they are PLENTIFUL.
Her tone throughout the book is whiny and preachy, which might have been easier to overlook if I agreed with her perspectives. For example, she states that “Botox isn’t feminist.”
For me, Botox and literally anything to do with your appearance, is a personal preference, not a political statement. I would still choose to not have wrinkles and wear makeup when I felt like it even if I was the only person on earth. To suggest that these choices are inherently anti-feminist and only exist due to patriarchical oppression oversimplifies women’s autonomy and personal agency—and is therefore, in itself, anti-feminist.
She also claims that “preventative Botox isn’t a thing,” which is simply, factually inaccurate. There is a substantial body of scientific literature supporting the effectiveness of early Botox in delaying the development of fine lines and wrinkles. It’s not a matter of opinion—it’s a well-documented physiological process.
The final straw for me was a claim made without evidence or explanation: “beautiful individuals are consistently expected to be more intelligent and thought to be better leaders.” This contradicts not only societal stereotypes but the lived experience of (dare I say) pretty much all women today and in the past. Attractive women are often underestimated, sexualised, or assumed to lack depth or intelligence—not presumed to be brilliant leaders. These kinds of broad, unsupported generalisations made it literally impossible to take her or her “perspectives” seriously.
I’ve read and appreciated MANY feminist books, as well as sociological non-fiction that reflects vastly different worldviews from my own, but I was still able to enjoy and engage with them. Taboo, however, was half unoriginal (“girls, be nice to each other,” “social media isn’t real life,” “sex isn’t shameful”) and half wishy-washy, factually unsupported ramble offering no wisdom or even substance to readers.
To be frank: a waste of time and a waste of money.