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Horror Stories: A Memoir
by Liz Phair
“Stratford-On-Guy” or “Divorce Song” invariably made it on to every mix tape/CD/MP3 I compiled for decades. I was very excited when I heard Liz Phair had a book out. The first couple of chapters left me confused. Is this a memoir? By whom? I felt no connection between the writing and her. I was ready to speed read or completely put it aside. Not everyone can be as charming as Jeff Tweedy or as brilliant as Carrie Brownstein. When I started skimming the chapter “Labor of Love,” I slowed down. There she is! This is what I was looking for: personal anecdotes and insights. I stuck with it (even if I didn’t stick with her later musical works). It isn’t 100% gold and many parts just didn’t click with me but I’m glad she wrote it.
Superb blurb:
“Every woman you know has stories as long as her arm. I bet they’ve never shared them with you, either. We feel sad and dirty when we think about them; like it’s our fault, somehow, for attracting the attention. Look hot! But don’t look hot! Love men! But don’t love men! Push boundaries! But don’t push boundaries! We can’t win. When something unwanted happens, we think maybe we said the wrong thing, wore the wrong thing, walked the wrong way, took the wrong job. Women are taught to remain within bounds or else, and the “or else” really resonates after you start to accumulate double digit traumas. But the numbers keep climbing. And we just keep hiding it. Why? Because the predators among you will screw with us and start rumors about us, cleverly crafted to sound believable. You’ll see us as tainted and unmarriageable. Or we hide it for the most typical reason of all: you simply won’t believe us. All I’m asking is that you try.“
Superb blurb:
“Every woman you know has stories as long as her arm. I bet they’ve never shared them with you, either. We feel sad and dirty when we think about them; like it’s our fault, somehow, for attracting the attention. Look hot! But don’t look hot! Love men! But don’t love men! Push boundaries! But don’t push boundaries! We can’t win. When something unwanted happens, we think maybe we said the wrong thing, wore the wrong thing, walked the wrong way, took the wrong job. Women are taught to remain within bounds or else, and the “or else” really resonates after you start to accumulate double digit traumas. But the numbers keep climbing. And we just keep hiding it. Why? Because the predators among you will screw with us and start rumors about us, cleverly crafted to sound believable. You’ll see us as tainted and unmarriageable. Or we hide it for the most typical reason of all: you simply won’t believe us. All I’m asking is that you try.“