Okay, this one is for Challenge 22 “An essay anthology.” And I put the author’s name in the title of the post rather than the title of the book, because I don’t want anyone misinterpreting based on the title of the book…
Honestly, I first picked it up off the shelf because I wanted to know what the title meant: was it equating being a feminist with being bad, or was it the author saying she was bad at being a feminist? Thankfully, it’s (basically) the latter. (Well, duh; I wouldn’t have bought it if it had been the former!) She explains in the Introduction:
I openly embrace the label of bad feminist. I do so because I am flawed and human. I am not terribly well versed in feminist history. I am not as well read in key feminist texts as I would like to be. I have certain…interests and personality traits and opinions that may not fall in line with mainstream feminism, but I am still a feminist. I cannot tell you how freeing it has been to accept this about myself.
The essays in this book cover a range of subjects — literally spanning from the lightest of topics, like Sweet Valley High books, Twilight/Fifty Shades of Gray and competitive Scrabble to the very weighty topics of oppression and social injustice of several sorts — but there’s a very good flow between them, and she starts you out with the light stuff, getting you used to her style before launching into the more serious subject matter. Many of the essays are on a subject that was mentioned briefly in the essay before it (or possibly the one before that). There’s a humor that runs constantly through the book, but it’s a very mournful humor in some cases, combating the worst that society has to offer. Ironically(?), right after an essay in which she was talking about how she wasn’t sure that trigger warnings actually did any good, she stumbled onto one of my triggers: the explosion of the space shuttle Challenger. Like most people in my generation, I remember exactly where I was when that happened (watching it in school, like most others my age), and like many other grade school students, at the time I wanted to grow up to be an astronaut. (It wasn’t actually that disaster that changed my mind on that. It was more not actually liking math and science much.) I think it must have affected me more deeply than most, though, because I can’t see a recording of a space shuttle launch without my mind’s eye replaying the Challenger for me instead of letting me see what’s actually in front of me. Though I like the ill-timed movie Space Camp that came out so soon after the disaster, I can’t watch the part where their space shuttle takes off.
Sorry, wandered off topic.