Obtained: Book Blogger Meet-Up, ARC
Publish date: August 11, 2015
Things I knew about Felicia Day before reading this book: her roles in Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog and Supernatural. I know she’s funny, and a feminist, and a huge internet nerd. And that’s why I wanted to read this book; I wanted to basically read it and say “SAME” every five minutes as I smiled at her words of wisdom. And there was laughing at a lot of parts, but there were also some moments where I didn’t know how to feel.
Felicia Day’s memoir covers a variety of topics, such as her school life (or lack thereof), her talents and how she got into performing, and the internet, and gaming, and then moves into her life as an internet star, and the difficulties she struggled with in getting to where she is now. Part of me thinks that the memoir covered too much, and I would have found it better if she had focused specifically on her love of the internet, how she came to be part of it, and her experiences dealing with internet love/hate. Those were all main topics, and it would have been a lot more cohesive, for me.
Day’s writing is very humorous, and she includes (hopefully intentionally) terrible and cheesy Photoshoped images, turning her own childhood and life moments into memes. I laughed at the way she delivered a lot of her jokes about the awkward moments or weird things that have happened to her, or things that she looks back on and cringes.
There is one thing though that the minute I read it, I got offended and couldn’t look at the book the same way the rest of the time I was reading. At one point, Day writes about how a boy showed her something that changed her life and says, “No not sex, I’m a lady, I don’t talk about that stuff” (or generally along those lines, but with those words). I assume she knows her audience is going to include geeky women. But I enjoy talking about sex, and it doesn’t make me less of a “lady” (a word I think implies sophisticated woman with dignity). It doesn’t make anyone less dignified to talk about sex; it’s just a personal preference about what you’re comfortable with sharing. When I read that line, I just had a bad mindset reading the rest of the memoir, because I was offended she would suggest that, as someone who fights for gender equality, herself.
All in all, it was a fun read. I liked her writing style and some of the things she shed light on with regards to internet fame versus Hollywood fame, and how to cope with trolls online. There were just moments, like the one mentioned above, where I found the jokes more cringe-worthy than actually funny.