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for the shallow, straight, white, urban elitist in all of us
on November 8, 1999
Reading this book is a waste of energy. I was going to give it to my sister for her birthday, but after reading it I've changed my mind. There is almost no intelligent content. Oh! how naughty, they swear and they're in your face, but the content is the same tired catty, image-focused drivel. If you want to read yet another "I'm such a feminist because I wear dresses with Doc Martens and I know how to masterbate and drink til I puke and I live in New York or San Francisco and have no hobbies except shopping and painting my nails and gossiping about pop culture" book, then pick this one up. The pages are full of references to the most obvious icons of popular music, tv, and publishing, with nary a mention of female athletes, scientists, tradeswomen, etc (please! I might break a nail and I have a hot date with a totally f***able boy tonight). The book even insinuates that athletic women are anti-feminists who are thin "under the guise of good health"; only Roseanne is a "Real Live Girl." The BUST Guide is as vapid as Vogue, as clueless as Cosmo and more insidious than either because it thinks it's not. The only reason it got a star at all is for a few decent essays and short stories buried in the mess. Had I read those in a different context I would have enjoyed them more.