This is a funny book about the author's misadventures -- and incredible naivety -- directing this amazing women's bodybuilding spectacular. I was one of the "schmoes" attending the event, and I can tell you, these women's bodies talked volumes! They didn't need any poetry, dancing, speechifying, or any of the nonsense the author was apparently responsible for. Yes, we in the audience hooted at those amateur interludes. But we applauded mightily when we saw these incredibly muscular women; they had the courage and devotion to remake their bodies to please themselves and not others. The better part of this book is the author's description of the women's bodybuilding scene. Sadly the author claims that almost all the women bodybuilders take steroids or some form of supplement, and she claims as well that most were victims of abuse as children. In addition, the sport has been crippled by inconsistent judging standards and a wave of reaction against the ultra-muscular look on women. The author does include some tributes at the end of the book suggesting why Laurie Fierstein's groundbreaking Celebration was so important. Because it demonstrated that there was an audience for women bodybuilders just showing themselves off and not competing for the arbitrary approval of some timid male judges. Again, this book is a fast read and a revealing look at this unique world. I am deducting one star, however, for one of the final chapters, where the author indulges her writer's muse in Grand Central Station and bores her audience yet again, just as she did at the Fierstein Celebration.
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