While the author ventured into pretty prescriptive and preach territory, I think it is implied and sometimes explicit that she considers this purely her own experience; something to keep in mind as she goes off the rails from time to time.

A self-help intersectional memoir type deal, I was pretty set on this being 3 stars. But I was impressed with her confronting her own call out and what she internalized from it. I actually somewhat assume this is why the book is a Reece pick, since she’s trying to be a better white feminist and the more people who can approach this subject matter from a perspective like this, the better, as far as I’m concerned.

Otherwise I liked her unapologetic nature and prose style and didn’t mind her narration. She’s just being who she is, no fucks given. I can respect that.