Bad at Adulting, Good at Feminism

This book feels very millennial coded. It's certainly easy to tell which time it's written in and which “feminism” it strives to represent. All the “jokes” about #failingtoadult and being #quirky and #different ✨🧚‍♀️🤪 did not age well in my opinion.  Perhaps I just don't understand the humour in hyper-focusing on how different you are from other women? 

The book is kind of implying that the unkempt, bloated belly version of a woman is the better version because she has a self deprecating sense of humour she disguises as self love and acceptance of her appearance. I don't know but something about constantly comparing yourself to other women and exaggerating what's (usually) viewed as flaws in women as your key traits that define you doesn't scream ‘I love myself' to me. It's more like a desperate attempt to differentiate yourself from those who adhere to beauty standards or social expectations of what a woman should be; because if you're a woman who looks like that and thinks like that your woman isn't womaning. Also it's just not that funny. It might've been in 2016 but in 2024 it seems very tone deaf to me.