I found I Feel Bad About My Neck funny, and while I saw other reviews complaining that Ephron didn’t acknowledge her privilege, it hadn’t bothered me. Most stories about her wealth and whiteness in that book I’d thought were somewhat tongue-in-cheek or even self deprecating. But in this book… oof. She goes from harassing a likely minimum wage employee of an obviously understaffed movie theater to a list of “25 things people have a shocking capacity to be surprised by over and over again” including “Muslims hate us,” (Who is “us,” Nora??) then she is complaining about a waiter who is too attentive. Even her stories about Newsweek felt blinding white and obviously lacking in any thought of intersectionality.