Almost all of these contain a fair-to-overwhelming amount of graphic detail about said topics. There are also quite a lot of chapters (or portions of chapters) dedicated to sex, relationships, and bodily functions. These types of chapters were my favorites. Irby tells you how it is, how it REALLY is - y’know, those deep, dark, personal thoughts that would embarrass the shit out of you, if they were ever uttered out loud?Ī lot of the essays in Wow, No Thank You deal with stuff that most people in their 30s and 40s can relate to: e.g., moments of “Wait, when did I get so old?” and “What do you mean the ’90s weren’t 10 years ago?” that seem to pop up more and more often in our everyday lives.Īlso touched upon is Irby’s deep and abiding love of carbs, junk food, and all things that we know aren’t good for us but can’t seem to stop eating, and the trials of “adulting,” like home ownership and just trying to stay awake past 10pm.

I would almost say to a fault, but that’s part of Wow, No Thank You’s charm. Right away, Irby’s essays drew me in with their humor, which is hilarious, REAL, and totally, brutally honest. The second I saw it, I could hear one of my friends saying the phrase, particularly to her children when they try to give her something she really doesn’t want: a bug, a half-eaten piece of food, or whatever else it is that children bring their parents that we childless people know nothing about: “Wow! Um, no thank you.” The reason I originally decided to read Wow, No Thank You is the title. Obviously, Irby and I are kindred spirits. My level of enchantment only increased when I saw that she dedicated this book of essays to Wellbutrin, to which I, too, owe many a debt of gratitude. I knew I was going to enjoy Wow, No Thank You when I saw that author Samantha Irby also runs a blog called bitchesgottaeat.

Wow no thank you review