She has the opposite problem where she obsessively thinks about men and doesn’t provide any deeper insights for why this might be the case. The title of this book is clickbait, obviously printed to be edgy and entice you to read it. Her writing style quickly gets grating, and her anecdotes become insufferable, as she continues this cute/quirky schtick. It gets worse as she spends a section talking about how you can tell the signs a guy is into you, and that a guy once told her he had never flirted with her and she spent the conversation telling him why he was wrong. Red flags popped up once she started talking about how having multiple crushes is so fun that she even began creating a spreadsheet with a column for “STATUS” for each crush. It’s nothing more than the neurotic ramblings of a woman boxing herself in the role of a single millennial gal in NYC, as if her entire persona is based on rom-coms (this is even more obvious as she constantly references rom-coms that she loves). I assumed that she would dive deeper into those topics because she had introduced them in the first chapter, but it turns out she only grazes the surface in an attempt to have more substance than she lets on. It starts off promising as you’re introduced to Roberson’s lighthearted writing style, in which she balances flippant humor with questions of how we can navigate romantic relationships with a group that has all the systemic power. This book makes me embarrassed to be straight.
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