The lovely lady in my local library raised her eyebrows questioningly when she checked this book out for me - I assumed because of the 'f' word (on the front of the book - I hadn't just cussed at her), but it was probably more like, 'Girl, what in the dang hell are you reading now?' (no, she doesn't talk like that at all). I raised my eyebrows back: I was expecting to hate this. And for the first few chapters, I thought I would. The Scrabble essay, for example - very boring and I do not care. If I wrote a blog post about how I love playing 'Guess Who?', I wouldn't expect anyone to care either. However, when Gay discusses pop culture, that's when she's at her most insightful. I don't agree with all of the arguments she postulates (I hate the Hunger Games so much my teeth hurt just thinking about), but she's not asking you to. Unlike certain other books (looking at you, Catlin Moran), Gay isn't saying, 'To be a feminist you need to do X, and if you're doing Y then you're a failure and a disgrace to the cause.' Gay seems to be saying, 'Look, I'm trying - I don't get everything right, but I'm doing my best, and here's how.' Hooray. I can feel the weight lifting off my shoulders. This made the book much more of an agreeable read, and somewhat of a relief as Moran's tome has still left a bad taste in my mouth. 
 Now, about my 'Guess Who?' wizardy ... Isn't it a pile of crap when you get 'Claire'? I suppose that makes me a bad feminist too.