"Wouldn't it be great if life came with an instruction manual? Of course, but like access to Michael B. Jordan's house, none of us are getting any. Thankfully, Phoebe Robinson is ready to share everything she's experienced in hopes that if you can laugh at her topsy-turvy life, you can laugh at your own. Written in her trademark unfiltered and singularly witty style, Robinson's latest essay collection is a call to arms. She tackles a wide range of topics, such as giving feminism a tough love talk in hopes it can become more intersectional; telling society's beauty standards to kick rocks; and demanding that toxic masculinity close its mouth and legs (enough with the manspreading already!), and get out of the way so true progress can happen"-- Provided by publisher.

I was a size 12 once for like twenty-seven minutes -- Feminism, I was rooting for you ; we were all rooting for you -- LOL. Wut? : an incomplete list of all the ways being a woman is ridic -- Some thoughts on interracial dating from someone who is a motherflippin' pro at it -- The top ten non-trash moments of my life -- Meeting Bono twice was my reparations -- Money is a trifling heaux and also your BFF -- You're not curing cancer (unless you are -- then carry on, my workaholic son) -- How to be alone and only mildly hate and lukewarm love it -- Addendum : I have a boyfriend now ... well, I had a BF at the time I turned this book in to my editor -- J/K, we're still together.