The gentle parenting panopticon meets Stepford Wives. I swear, this book was tailor-made to terrify me in the way of good horrific dystopias. It’s not horror in the conventional sense of “intrusion fantasy” where the goal is to return the world to status quo, merely horrifying in the story it tells about the world we could be living in that is like two technological steps away from world we live in now. 
“You’d best start believing in punk-free dystopias. You’re in one.”
Chan absolutely skewers the aspect of parenting wisdom that imagines parents as entirely responsible for their children’s reactions to everything, recognizes the ways in which we set parents without resources up to fail and then judge them for failing, and set the bar so much lower for men than for women.
It’s brutal. It’s brilliant. It’s incredibly depressing. It’s a book I could not put down until I had finished and could reach at least some catharsis.