It's truly an abomination of slut-shaming, made worse by being written in a "hip" and "cool" slang-loaded fashion. The book itself also has weird thick, glossy pages and layout, with far more pictures than content. The spine is also weak, the pages started falling out when I simply flattened the book for pictures. Many of the pages are single-quote pages, often from youth pastors like this first one:
"It's hard to speak to your hearts when all I see is your parts."That's one of those glorious preacher quotes with a rhyme that ultimately means nothing.
Dimarco opens chapter 1 with an anecdote about being turned away from 1st grade because of a crop top and shorts. She obviously internalized this message of shame and went on to perpetuate it in a big way.
Dimarco then brings in the concepts of advertising yourself, your image, and marketing. She even has little self-tests for you to take:
Chapter 2:Your Target Market
She has little quizzes here too:
I didn't even try to take this quiz because all these answers are crap.
Chapter 2 wants is to consider our "target audience", guys.
"Don't get all feminazi on me now and start saying you aren't looking for a guy, because if you picked up this book, then you must be concerned about your sex appeal, and sex appeal is for one purpose and one purpose only: to get guys."I like the unironic use of feminazi and the complete erasure of queerness. That's pretty par for the course. She goes on to talk about how girls just want to dress cute, but we just have to think about those "hormone-crazed" guys. It is here that she first uses the objectifying term "menu" to talk about what women show.
"It might seem gross, juvenile, or impossible that a guy would want to touch your breast just because he can see a part of it, but trust me, it's true."Newsflash! He probably wants to touch it even if he can't see it! And why would it necessarily seem gross unless you're assuming that women don't have sexual desire?
She then goes on to construct scenarios where showing a bit of breast leads to more and more fantasy, how showing belly leads to more, and how you need to cover up so that boys won't fantasize about you. The fact is that you can't stop anyone from fantasizing about you no matter what you wear, and I don't believe in the Christian "stumbling block" rhetoric.
She then goes on to spend a whole page on underwear. She says that if a boy sees part of your underwear, he'll think that you'll be willing to show him all of it, and then you'll be "sexual" to him and garner no respect:
"Guys don't take sexual girls seriously. They just don't. They think about using them until their next conquest."Really? Men can't have real relationships with women they have sex with? That's news to pretty much everyone. And if dudes are this awful, why do you want them? That is the eternal question, unanswered in the first 2 chapters.