This book is a remarkable analysis of the essence of the White Anglo-Saxon Protestant. Despite (or because of) its satirical bent, I actually gained insight into myself, even extending to my intense - desire? belief? - that good food can somehow result from a completely ignored pot full of ingredients that have been unceremoniously glopped together (although I do not feel a compulsive need to add Campbell's soup to everything). I also learned some interesting history: Florence King analyzes Lizzie Borden as the natural by-product of such an emotionally repressed culture. I had no idea that her father's and step-mother's murders occurred after a long-standing rift over the allocation of property that she and her sister had protested by refusing to eat with the rest of the family and by attending a different church. King asserts that she had initially intended to poison them, but unable to procure the poison, she finally dissolved into a murderous rage. Nonetheless, she kept a cool head after the murders and also adhered to an eerily familiar code of near-honest dishonesty when providing testimony about them.