Just go read the damn book.

I just can’t say anything bad about Roxane Gay. I love The Butter (and The Toast), and I adored every essay in Bad Feminist. Reading Bad Feminist was like hanging out in my bedroom with my high school best friend. I felt warm, and safe, and happy all the way through. Gay writes from the heart and she isn’t afraid to look carefully at herself and admit some shit is hard for her to do. She’s honest and funny. And that’s it. That’s all you need to know. I can’t write like Roxane Gay, so, do yourself a favor, follow her on Twitter (@rgay) then go read Bad Feminist instead of Mrs Smith Reads. Thanks and you’re welcome.