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Average rating2.6
On the surface, this is supposed to be a humorous memoir. This book is instead a veiled, but still horrifying account of the sexual harassment and abuse she's encountered. And it was written EIGHT YEARS AGO! I wish she'd named names (but totally understand why she didn't at that time). Turns out Brett Ratner is the masturbatory shrimp eater. Google it. In light of the #metoo movement, I hope she feels empowered to say more.