
What never really made sense to me throughout the book though is her marriage. But there’s also something very recognisable about her thought process, which is what makes it so funny.įor instance, when reading it it makes total sense that an argument that wasn’t really an argument to begin with turns into yelling about George Washington’s dildo. Her thoughts seem very erratic and sometimes beyond absurd.

So, Jenny Lawson is a very strange and sometimes seemingly callous woman, but mostly she’s hilarious and even sweet.

I just find it hard to fathom that a seemingly compassionate person and cat owner, albeit with a penchant for taxidermy, can just sit around and casually discuss what to do with a bunch of dead cats. I skipped most of that chapter because my soul started hurting.

Rest assured, there’s nothing about killing them or that sort of thing, and Jenny definitely seems to be an animal lover, but at the same time she is also totally comfortable with getting dead cats in the mail. This book is basically one big trigger warning (which I believe she even mentions herself at some point), but an important one for me: dead cats.
