It took me months to read this 209 page book; every chapter was a struggle, reading scores of adjectives and (up-to-date Fashion, Designer, and Brand Name) proper nouns. This book was recommended by a friend who knows a thing or two about Iran, and suggested this book, adding "It's important to note that this book is written by an Iranian for a Western audience." With that in mind I am slightly forgiving on the infinitesimal annotation of the author's product familiarity; I took on the perspective that he was trying to say, as a writer for many contemporary art magazines//curator//co-founder-of-Iranian-feminist-magazine//educator-at-Bard-in-NY//etc, "Hey guys, your concept of the world around you is extremely warped by, among other things, peer pressure and media overstimulation. I am going to flaunt my elitist prowess several tiers above your head to place you into an inferior position; perhaps then you may listen?" Had he cut out all that obnoxious and overstimulating material, the book would be less than half its length.
Read at your own risk, but that's what I take from it.