Yeah...this book really wasn't for me. I don't even know why I have it on my Kindle in the first place. I think I must have gotten it confused with something that offered pragmatic writing advice, or maybe I mistakenly expected some useful problem solving tips? Umm..no. This was just "deepity" saturated twatwaffle, attempting to masquerade as a profound repository of inquiry & exposition.
It's actually some kind of workbook that posits a selection of questions - supposedly targeting certain aspects of your life - wherein you, the deeply dissatisfied, dormant leftist activist (I shit you not, you're supposed to revisit all of your answers through a radical, intersectional lens, taking time to find examples where your heteronormative whiteness could be interrogated...y'know, because if you aren't gay, trans or anything other than Caucasian, and you're not feeling terribly guilty about it, then you *really* need to work on that) can discover your authentic voice, identity those areas of your life that are deeply unfulfilling, and after figuring out the mental road-blocks that have held you back thus far, move forward in the world with a vision for how you can be the change you want to see in it. (Barf.)
Because what middle-class, white, liberal, straight woman DOESN'T have a life so comfortable and easy, that she doesn't need to recline on her sustainably-sourced fainting-couch, feel all "woe is me" over the fact that she has so very little to complain about, before deciding that the most appropriate course of action would be to truly "find oneself", and then get involved in some form of activism?
The questions vacillate between the mind-numbingly obvious, and the radically batshit. You can't just be happy with yourself or your life; no, if you're content with anything you need to interrogate WHY you are content and what that means in the greater sphere of things? Oh, so you're happy with your life, your partner, your family, your job, your home? WELL HOW VERY DARE YOU! Now, redo the previous section until you're able to see how you're just privileged and need to realise that not everyone on the planet has what you have, and if you aren't doing something to be part of the solution then you're part of the problem.
Then however, it's time to work on some self-care, so you can truly appreciate what your body does for you and learn to love yourself. (Barf.)
But only so that you can then do more activism...you selfish, decadent, western, coloniser! Here's some wisdom from some fecking tribe of Iroquois folk, who are inherently magical beings whose alleged faults can all be attributed to the evil white man. Everything they say is fecking gold, so you'd better start to appreciate everything they've ever said.
Now write a new life story about how you should "make space" for indigenous trans women, and how you would go about making this happen.
On and on it goes, interspersing trite bollocks you can find in any self-help guru's shitty paperback book (probably endorsed by Oprah as the latest thing that "literally saved my life - for cereals, this time!") with weird feminist crapola and reasons why you should become "authentically yourself" (unless your authentic self is already happy with your life, in which case you're just a selfish bigot) whilst also working on "holding space" for [insert allegedly oppressed demographic of choice here] so you can achieve your full potential...by being a smugly self-satisfied, workbook completing ally, full of cis, heteronormative, privileged, western guilt.
It's what you were born to do, sis!
Anyway, to summarise: this book was bollocks. The only reason I read it today was because I'm working on buying fewer books (I've only bought 4 so far this month, which isn't bad - but I'm sure the weird bints who wrote this crapfest see me as the embodiment of the "hypercapitalist consumer" they bitched about in this dumpster-fire, but that only makes me want to buy more shit I don't need, lol) and instead been "Shopping My Stash" - which basically just means going through all the books you've bought but not read and finding some forgotten titles you were once totally hyped for, only to have forgotten all about them the next time you "accidentally" found yourself in a bookstore, or got a bit tipsy and mass-purchased a dozen or so eBooks from Amazon, that have now been languishing on your Kindle for months or years.
I had no idea what this book was when I found it on my Kindle this evening. I don't remember buying it (I'm guessing it was during one of those aforementioned, slightly inebriated, Amazon shopping sessions, where the "Buy It Now" function comes back to bite you on the star at a later date) and the only positive thing about it was that it was mercifully short and only took about 45 mins to read. I have no desire to a "do the work" of answering the questions; I'm simply going to delete it and forget all about it.
I'm awarding this gash-fest a single, solitary, 1 star rating, and urge absolutely nobody to waste their time, money or energy bothering with it.
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