I wanted to love this, especially after really enjoying the author's sex work memoir, Indecent: How I Make It and Fake It as a Girl for Hire, but it was ultimately a little disappointing. Sarah Katherine Lewis's writing is so shameless and in-your-face that I expected this to be a manifesto, something that I would find myself reading passages aloud from, nodding and excited that someone GETS IT, but it just turned out to be a collection of lukewarm essays about, well, food and sex. Some were better than others, certainly: Earl Grey Tea
, a "love story" of sorts about hooking up with a butch lesbian in a new city; Britney
, in which the author espouses her love for the pop princess and why she considers Ms. Spears a feminist icon; Baby Ruth Man
, tales similar to those in her previous book about delightfully kinky clients. I loved the simplicity of The Bacon Quotient
, because really, who hasn't been there? And I appreciated the body-love messages of Thin
. The last section about heartbreak really began to grate on me, though. There's only so much wallowing in self-pity and cartons of ice cream as I can stand, and we've all been there, so she's not really saying anything original.