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Contains some minor spoilers.
I adored Lindy West’s book of essays, Shrill, so The Witches Are Coming has been in my TBR for a while. Happy to say, it did not disappoint. It’s excellent.
Always persuasive and thought-provoking as hell, West has a fantastic way with words and humor, and doesn’t shy away from mixing serious subject matter (race, gender, body shaming, the scary political climate) with more light and fluffy topics (why Guy Fieri is great and why all Adam Sandler movies are the same movie).
She went a little easier on Goop (the Gwen Paltrow “wellness” brand) than I expected but ya know, whatever.
The mood of this book was quite similar to that of Shrill, except now Lindy has made steps into show business, and she delves into that too. Seeing West’s star rise in other avenues has been wonderful, but it also leads to the most disappointing part of the book—not that the essay was anything less than brilliant, I mean. Even when a show is about a woman who doesn’t conform to traditional beauty body standards, the journalists reporting on it still had executive producer Elizabeth Banks’ traditionally hot bod on their minds.
Like… what the fuck? Come on, reporters. Be better.
The most uplifting essay was about, randomly enough, a Facebook group where audio nerds sell and swap gear. It’s about how some people are, in fact, trying to be better.
And that’s all that Lindy—and most other millennials—are asking. Just try to be better.