A rip-roaring, edgy and unabashedly raunchy new collection of hilarious essays from the New York Times bestselling author of We Are Never Meeting in Real Life.Lambda Literary Award for Bisexual Nonfiction Award Winner.“Irby, the hilarious author of Meaty and We Are Never Meeting in Real Life, is bitterly funny on the peculiarities of aging, marriage and life in the Midwest.

It’s been a joy to watch her build the strange confidence that comes from being comfortable with her own insecurity, a feat that few writers get to achieve.” -Maris Kreizman, Vulture, *Books We Can’t Wait to Read in 2020* Her takes on the absurdities of everyday life means that she can write about reality TV, poop, frittatas, and mental-health meds with equal aplomb…. “A breakthrough voice of the previous decade, Sam Irby is poised to reign in the 2020s. Her signature irreverence is intact, of course, but it can’t mask the heart she leaves bleeding on the page.” -Julia Kosin, Elle, *Best Books of 2020* “The only writer who can make me laugh with abandon in public, Samantha Irby follows her breakout collection We Are Never Meeting in Real Life with high-speed treatises on everything from relentless menstruation to ‘raising’ her stepchildren and the stress of making friends in adulthood. As always, Irby’s writing is as irresistible as a snack tray, as intimately pleasurable as an Irish goodbye.” -Jia Tolentino I await her books like I await the sweet release of sleep each evening. “Samantha Irby is stay-up-all-night, miss-your-subway-stop, spit-out-your-beverage funny she’s the king of sparkling misanthropy and tender, loving dread. Wow, No Thank You is Irby at her most unflinching, riotous, and relatable. The essays in this collection draw on the raw, hilarious particulars of Irby’s new life. She goes on bad dates with new friends, spends weeks in Los Angeles taking meetings with “tv executives slash amateur astrologers” while being a “cheese fry-eating slightly damp Midwest person,” “with neck pain and no cartilage in knees,” who still hides past due bills under her pillow. This is the bourgeois life of a Hallmark Channel dream. She has left her job as a receptionist at a veterinary clinic, has published successful books and has been friendzoned by Hollywood, left Chicago, and moved into a house with a garden that requires repairs and know-how with her wife in a Blue town in the middle of a Red state where she now hosts book clubs and makes mason jar salads. Irby is forty, and increasingly uncomfortable in her own skin despite what Inspirational Instagram Infographics have promised her. A new rip-roaring essay collection from the smart, edgy, hilarious, unabashedly raunchy, and bestselling Samantha Irby.

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