I really don’t enjoy collections of essays. Every once in a while, I allow myself to be convinced that I should read one, that I would enjoy it, maybe even love it. Especially when the topic is something I care about, like feminism and race relations. But no–I don’t like essays.
Bad Feminist, unfortunately, was no exception. Although I enjoyed a few of the essays, I found myself bored by many of them. I did enjoy Roxane Gay’s honesty throughout, especially when she spoke about how she fails to live up to the standards of other feminists. Still, many of the essays were stories taken from the author’s life, which I know too little about to care.
Rating: Not My Cup of Tea