Lisa Schwartz

One. What the hell is that cover? It's one of those covers that I see and I don't really understand what I'm supposed to take away from it. A plain white background with a woman carrying a corgi and a baby papoose. And I don't know what I'm supposed to think when I look at this, except that Shane Dawson's ex and this is partially written by him?

We start ala Shame Dawson telling us about himself with her, with post shower ice cube shits. Eh??????

Because of that when my grammar app autocorrects his name to shame. Shame Dawson is more fitting.

"My ass sweat soaked the sheets and caused her mattress to mold." I can smell multiple scenes in this book and it's disgusting.

Everything after Shane's introduction is uphill from here. It's not excellent, but it's definitely an improvement on Shane describing his stinky scenes he keeps dropping.

Sadly a big portion is by Shane popping in and taking the lead. There's definitely a destructive cycle being portrayed in this book, and they seem very aware of it, but yet they don't do anything to curb it. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be entertained by this lack of self-care. But I'm not.

I don't know if this is the first or the 50th book that is referred to Seinfeld like it's something you should live your life to. In my opinion you should not live your life according to seinfeld, it's a mediocre show. But a lot of people seem to use it as their basis for some reason. And this one is not unique from that.

"Seinfeld basically outlined my life." Paraphrased, but, no show should have that kind of power to do that.

I really didn't care for reading how Lisa describes multiple times the different types of poop she takes, like I don't want to read about anybody describing how they poop. It's just not a funny thing and really even if she wanted to have a funny poop gag or a relatable how it feels to take a poop joke, it wouldn't need to be said more than once. She says it multiple, multiple times!

I'm not squeamish about poop. I've handled manure and feces galore on farms.

But she's telling her readers her actual pooping schedule!

I'm always starving for a woman's humor that doesn't involve vagina talk, period talk, all those types of things. The whole children are terrifying, children are wonderful, children are snotty but if they're my child they're suddenly an angel and stuff really bores me. There's a couple of female comedians I absolutely adore but most of them all fall back on the same tried and true thing that really doesn't work and makes them fade into the background. Meanwhile I always struggle because male comedians who fall on penis jokes also bore me. I like to hear a little daily life things, I think Brian Regan has never made a penis joke in his life. I just really don't care for body emissions humor. Especially the graphic details.

"I love a good poop."

Then periods are "Gross".

Excuse me, blood isn't as gross as shite!

Not a fan of this type of humor at all, or obsessions with describing bowel movements ad nauseam.

And this book fell deep into that.

2 stars.

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