The author of the acclaimed bestselling In Praise of Difficult Women delivers a hilarious
feminist manifesto that encourages us to reject ?self-improvement? and instead learn to
appreciate and flaunt our complex and flawed human selves.Why are we so obsessed with being
our so-called best selves? Because our modern culture force feeds women lies designed to
heighten their insecurities: ?You can do it all?crush it at work at home in the bedroom at
PTA and at Pilates?and because you can you should. We can show you how!? Karen Karbo has had
enough. She's taking a stand against the cultural and societal pressures marketing and media
influences that push us to spend endless time energy and money trying to ?fix? ourselves?a
race that has no finish line and only further increases our send of self-dissatisfaction and
loathing. ?Yeah no not happening ? is her battle cry. In this wickedly smart and entertaining
book Karbo explores how ?self-improvery? evolved from the provenance of men to women. Recast
as ?consumers? in the 1920s women it turned out could be seduced into buying anything that
might improve not just their lives but their sense of self-worth. Today we smirk at Mad
Men-era ads targeting 1950s housewives?even while savvy marketers aided and abetted by social
media ?influencers ? peddle skin care ?systems ? skinny tea and regimens that promise to
deliver endless happiness. We're not simply seduced into dropping precious disposable income on
empty promises the underlying message is that we can't possibly know what's good for us what
we want or who we should be. Calling BS Karbo blows the lid off of this age-old trend and
asks women to start embracing their awesomely imperfect selves. There is no one more dangerous
than a woman who doesn't care what anyone thinks of her. Yeah No Not Happening is a call to
arms to build a posse of dangerous women who swear off self-improvement and its peddlers. A
welcome corrective to our inner-critic Karbo's manifesto will help women restore their sanity
and reclaim their self-worth.
