I liked parts of this quite a bit, but the endless, over-the-top self-deprecation bummed me out (like when she refers to her first book, another book of personal essays, as "a gross book about a dumb slut"). I thought of Hannah Gadsby explaining, in Nanette, why she no longer chooses to use this variety of humor: "Do you understand what self-deprecation means when it come from somebody who already exists in the margins? It’s not humility, it's humiliation."