Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Does anyone actually know her here? Like in real life.
Unfortunately, yes.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:So many pages about this terrible book that no one has bought. If the author is on DCUM, she’s a pro at exploiting the insecurities of the SFS parents who post here all the time and apparently, have sent her money.
Keep it coming, people!
Hello Author! We know it's you.
Anonymous wrote:Does anyone actually know her here? Like in real life.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:“I realized that the last time I felt this type of anger and embarrassment was when I was in high school at Sidwell Friends”
Funny, she (presumably) reported her own medium piece about a Lululemon racist incident that wasn’t
We read it for fun (Asian family) and no one thought a frazzled salesperson repeating distancing rules sounded racist. There’s racism for sure and some behaved inexcusably during Covid but this ain’t it
Yet somehow the “professorial lecturer and writer” as it’s signed by her, worked her old school into it. Mind boggles.
To be fair, the incident in Lululemon did in fact sound racist and I have plenty of Chinese-American friends who had similar incidents occur throughout the country, even in California with a high Asian population.
To be fair what about it sounded racist to you other than Lululemon? And why did she go to Lululemon since it’s racist? And how did Sidwell get dragged into this too?!
What a weirdo
You didn't read the article did you? The store was treating an Asian customer differently than caucasian customers. That is racist, sweetheart.
Anonymous wrote:So many pages about this terrible book that no one has bought. If the author is on DCUM, she’s a pro at exploiting the insecurities of the SFS parents who post here all the time and apparently, have sent her money.
Keep it coming, people!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:“I realized that the last time I felt this type of anger and embarrassment was when I was in high school at Sidwell Friends”
Funny, she (presumably) reported her own medium piece about a Lululemon racist incident that wasn’t
We read it for fun (Asian family) and no one thought a frazzled salesperson repeating distancing rules sounded racist. There’s racism for sure and some behaved inexcusably during Covid but this ain’t it
Yet somehow the “professorial lecturer and writer” as it’s signed by her, worked her old school into it. Mind boggles.
To be fair, the incident in Lululemon did in fact sound racist and I have plenty of Chinese-American friends who had similar incidents occur throughout the country, even in California with a high Asian population.
To be fair what about it sounded racist to you other than Lululemon? And why did she go to Lululemon since it’s racist? And how did Sidwell get dragged into this too?!
What a weirdo
Anonymous wrote:4 words:
really bad writing with fake and paid for reviews on Amazon and goodreads (it’s really easy to tell the real ones like from a Japanese-American woman who confirms that it’s not only the English parts that are full of typos and style and grammar errors)
if wasting a few bucks on a thinskinned selfreferential battleaxe with an inferiority complex and a 30-year grudge isn’t your thing, caveat emptor
Anonymous wrote:I will say something positive. I enjoyed the mother (grandmother) character. It was the only character that was more than two-dimensional even if (disturbingly) because the protagonist (Sucksaki’s alter ego) clearly resents her mother and behaving like a terrible brat throughout. The grandmother and to the lesser extent the husband are the saving graces of the haphazard character jumble that’s so poorly developed so as to not be able to make up for the lack of an actual plotline
Meanwhile IRL, it seems the author has been bankrolled by her parents and then her husband her entire life, allowing her the privilege to dump on the school that made her and the otherwise very honorable adjunct position which puts many non-housewife adjuncts in poverty
In the end, I felt kind of dirty after I put the book down. I felt like I participated in a particularly nasty gossip session where a tipsy friend spews hate on everyone from her mother to her coworkers to her child and you can’t wait to leave and suffer second hand embarrassment. It reminded me of that woman who saw something that wasn’t there on a plane and had a meltdown grounding everyone in the process