Status Updates From Just Another Number

Ugh. Forcing myself to finish. This book is so redundant. It should've been a magazine article, written by someone else.. Because the author learned nothing from her experiences.

"I no longer fantasize about [food] like a long lost lover. I can eat the occasional piece of cheesecake without feeling the urge to shove the entire cake down my throat, licking the sugary graham cracker crumbs off the plate, and then despising myself for weeks afterwards as if I'd committed adultery on my own body."

"This must be what it feels like to be a man, I thought. To fully take advantage of someone and have control over them when they're so feeble - to not feel any emotions when you're done with them. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was angry with men and the way I needed them... I used them to validate myself - to make me feel like I was a woman of worth."

Wow, this is one sad white girl. She admits that she decided to try to increase her number (of guys she slept with) because she wanted to be like her beautiful promiscuous friend who got all the male attention. I can't think of a more depressing reason to have sex. And most of the sex she continues to have with certain jerks is not even enjoyable!

I keep meaning to finish this, but had to take a break from it. After a while, all the men and the sex she describes sounds the same and blends together. This is why memoirs don't always work. They don't get the same vigorous editing that a novel does. Just because it's true doesn't mean it's interesting.