This book was absurdly bad. It really was. Everything about it just bit. Oh, and don't be fooled, gentle readers; this is not a deconstruction of the sexualization of women in media. No, this is a virginity indoctrinating, weirdly preachy meandering mess. Of the hot variety. 
 I won't say much about it, only this: according to this book, you're a whore. You're all whores. Unless you're chaste like Nina, that is. Then you're not a godforsaken terrible whore. Then you're clean. But if you're like Sandy and you wear short clothes, then it's your fault if men harass and objectify you, and oops! Watch out, don't get raped and killed! Oh - oh. It happened. Well, it was your fault anyway, because you wore all those small clothes. You whore! 
 I just...no. 
 Just no.