Diandra Reviews It All

To say that I adore Samantha Irby’s writing is an understatement. The blogger of Bitches Gotta Eat and writer of fave humor book, Meaty, knows how to deliver a literary laugh like a stand-up comedian. She sets up every joke with a punchline that knocks the laughter out of you, and her sophomore book We Are Never Meeting In Real Life, is no different. If anything, the book is a celebration of Irby’s growing confidence and conciseness as a humorist.

Irby has an uncanny way of baring her insecurities like badges of honor. She is absolutely DONE trying to look “cute” or “cuddly” to the world, as seen by the most hilarious application to the Bachelorette I have ever seen. I, honestly, wish to start an ABC petition to see her headline the next season. Why? Because Irby is the “rest of us”. The “everyday” gals that do not have a million dollars to look like pin-ups and whose humanity is both funny and draining. From oddball, sexual encounters to the continuous cycle of sworn diets, Irby understands that beyond the televised musings and visions of women, lies a genuine community of intelligence, ferocity, and sincere vulnerability. For all that I laughed at chapters “Mavis” or “Yo, I Need A Job” and said “Amen” to her struggles in “F**K It, Bitch, Stay Fat.”, I also understood that each of her witted tales came from honest, personal struggles. Irby’s book is an inadvertent testament to the humorous, sad, and daily impediments we have to our happiness. From finding love and also finding it boring to feeling emotionally withdrawn from the world/ universe, Irby is so brazenyl human that between the laughs are also breaths of fresh air. I know this may sound strange, but I found We Are Never Meeting In Real Life to be relieving. Finally, someone was saying how hilarious, crazy, fun, and twisted it is to be a human being on this earth without any idea of your purpose and, at times, an indifference to such an idea.

In a world that aims to looks so good it, literally, becomes plastic rather than human, Irby is going the opposite direction. She wants to be human, or at least, like myself and many other women, feels like she cannot be anything but genuine even if flawed. Personally, I will NEVER be Kim Kardashian no matter how many injections, and Irby’s book comes off like a kind hand being held out to say, “Me neither, bitch!”. There are no facades to her; proving that the best humor is based in reality and the tragedy of it. While there are, certainly, cringeworthy moments of awkward, human interaction,” The Miracle Porker” or “Happy Birthday”, Irby does take a stab/jab at self-help books by giving the most hilarious advice to persons readying to leap into marriage, ” Thirteen Questions To Ask Before Getting Married”. Whether giving her funny/ deranged advice or pouring out the raw, biting truths that have defined her life, Samantha Irby is one of the best writers out there for anyone, like myself, feeling he or she has so many reasons to cry that they just have to laugh. To Buy Samantha Irby’s We Are Never Meeting In Real Life On May 30 Click Here.