Mmm, I mean, I like Jesse Eisenberg and I've been generally amused by his stories in McSweeney's. So I'd already read about half this stuff. (Note: that New Yorker story where various men of different cultures don't want to dance is in here and "squaw" has been changed to "woman" so... that's good?)

He's very good at capturing feelings of anxiety and discomfort but sometimes I was just like, why. Like there's a set of stories in here from a very unhappy, judgmental college freshman girl that I hadn't read before, and they just felt very mean-spirited and I wasn't too sure what the point of the endeavor was, as opposed to the restaurant reviews from the anxious 9-year-old (most of which I had already read online), which are also unhappy and uncomfortable but also function as a pretty cutting depiction of a certain lifestyle/parenting style?

I mean, it's fine, read it if you like Jesse Eisenberg like I do, but I wouldn't really recommend going out of your way for it.