"Regina Barreca's prose, in equal measures, is hilarious and humane. Her no-holds-barred observations make me laugh, tear up a little, and nod my head in recognition. A
witty paisana, Barreca packs a punch and lays bare our foibles."Wally Lamb,author of I Know This Much Is True
"Some people are funny in an acid-edged cocktail lounge, like Dorothy Parker, in a smoky French cafe, like David Sedaris, or in a crazy English country house, like P.G. Wodehouse.
Gina is funny in your kitchen, in the ladies' room of your favorite restaurant, in the awful dressing room with forty-seven ugly bathing suits around you. Gina Barreca is funny, for
real."Amy Bloom, author of Away
"Many will agree these eminently readable pieces will have people laughing out loud, then sighing thoughtfully. Her observations as a 50-ish woman focus on life’s sexual inequities:
'If women had tufts growing from our noses and ears, men would bring exorcists to the house . . .' And on the subject of age: 'Once we hit forty, women have only about four taste
buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.' Using the first-person plural, she chronicles all-too-common collective foolishness: 'Almost no
woman would treat any of her acquaintances as poorly as she treats herself.' Many readers, especially women, will enjoy, discuss, and reread this quick, breezy work of commentary, a
book that stirs up dust long after its covers are closed."Whitney Scott, Booklist
"Fans of Nora Ephron's I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman will find humor along with serious insights about women and aging in Barreca's latest
challenge to women to stop obsessing over hymens, husbands, and hangnails and once again direct our attention outward to the larger issues of . . . the creation of genuinely
significant opportunities for women in all workplaces. But Barreca is more about laughs than lecturing, as she addresses the mysteries of finding the perfect bra, the indignities of
bathing suit shopping at T.J. Maxx, her relationship with her hair and the 'Fifty-two Things I Learned by Fifty-one.' Along the way, she points out what she considers to be the
insipid concerns of holiday preparations or what exactly women may consider to be a waste of time ('Why, oh why, didn't I organize my closet according to color and texture of
garment?'). Between the snappy observations, Barreca takes an opportunity to liken the progression of contemporary feminist thought to a car accidentit's not so much that we're in a
backlash as we're in a whiplash."Publishers Weekly
