I tried guys, I really did. I tried to like this book and Olivia Munn, who I didn’t really even have an opinion about prior to reading it. I had never heard of Olivia Munn before she was on the Daily Show, and I just barely remember seeing her on that. It seems like she got a lot of hate for 1) being gorgeous and 2) being very vocal and proud of her geekiness. She’s broken more into national consciousness, I think, with Newsroom, but I don’t watch that. I basically associate her with all the hate she gets, which seemed unfair, so I thought I would read her book and find out if she’s as obnoxious as everyone says.
Y’all, she is. This book reeks with desperation, but not funny desperation. It’s just sad. It’s all very “look at me, look at me!” and it just made me crazy. I tried to imagine if someone else had wrote it–if Amy Poehler was talking about wearing a French maid’s uniform and jumping into an enormous pie, would I still be annoyed? Or is it just because Olivia Munn looks the way she does but talks about her fat ass and her love of pie like it’s a badge of honor? But then I realized that Jennifer Lawrence open discusses her love of cheetos and hatred of diets and I love her because she seems sincere. And maybe it’s all an act, and maybe Munn is the real thing and Lawrence is full of shit, but it just doesn’t feel that way.
I did like that she’s redefining what it means to be a geek. She says, “Being a geek just means that you’re passionate about something”, which I loved. I HATED, however, that she flat out says at one point “Not that I call myself a feminist”, therefore blowing the entire argument she presented ahead of that statement. I also found myself disgustingly intrigued by some of the Hollywood stories she told, dying to know who she’s talking about and unable to figure it out. But overall, her shtick (if it is a shtick) irritated me to no end, and the half dozen typos I found in the book (one chapter introduction flat out didn’t make sense) certainly didn’t help.