A review by popgoesbitty
Love, Pamela by Pamela Anderson

3.0

Oh, Pamela. I had a weird time with this book. The bits about Tommy and Kid Rock were juicy as hell, of course, but everything else seemed a bit loosey goosey. The whole time it felt like a billboard screaming, "Hey! I have fake boobs and did Playboy, but look! I have a brain too! I am, in fact, a person!" And I didn't need all that. I know Pam's a human being with a whole brain and a whole heart.

But I guess the rest of the world doesn't... and I guess I don't blame a woman who's been judged, objectified, and exploited her whole life for writing her memoir this way. Maybe I'm just... sad about it.