"I've gone to therapy, but it was inconclusive."
I want to make something very clear right off the bat: I am not giving this book one star just because it’s written by a reality TV star. I gave Holly Madison’s Playboy memoir five stars and I meant every single one of them, so I went into this book with a pretty open mind, and wasn't prepared to dismiss it just because it’s written by someone who became famous for being awful on a Bravo show.
I’m giving this one star because it’s the lowest tier of ghost-written celebrity literature: the so-called “how-to” book. Sometimes a C-list celebrity will attempt to write a book, but because they’ve already laid so much of their life bare on TV, social media, etc (and have no particularly interesting thoughts or inner life to share), they have to brand themselves as an “expert” in some vague and difficult to define field like “entertaining”, “balancing life and family”, “keeping it real”, or “having it all” (ie, nothing so specific where you need some kind of degree or certification to prove your expertise). Stassi has apparently decided that her particular Thing is “owning it” and at my most generous, I’d say that the purpose of this book is to help you find your self-confidence.
Which is, weirdly, a very appropriate subject for the woman whose claim to fame on Vanderpump Rules is systematically destroying the self-esteem and emotional well-being of her enemies. Who better to teach us how to hone our self-confidence than the woman whose greatest skill set is identifying weak points in the emotional armor of others?
Unfortunately, Stassi has completely de-fanged herself for this book in order to appeal to the broadest possible audience and not appear controversial in any way. This book is not written by the Stassi who once threatened to send an acid-soaked dildo to her enemy, and that’s a real shame. Any declarative statement in this book is immediately followed by the caveat that if it’s not your thing, that’s fine too! Everything is fine! There is no wrong way to be! Everyone just get along!
A weirdly fascinating aspect of this book is seeing all the various ways Stassi essentially rephrases the same core idea of “you do you, girl” and stretches it over a couple hundred pages. In fact, that’s pretty much the only lesson to be gleaned from this – so really, Stassi didn’t need to write a book, she could have just gotten t-shirts made. (Also, the “girl” part of “you do you, girl” is crucial, as this book is not remotely interested in speaking to anyone who is not a cishet woman)
But my one-star review mostly represents this book’s wasted potential. Stassi is trying to be a bootleg Oprah here, but that’s not what we want from her. You can draw a direct line from Dynasty villains to Stassi Schroeder’s persona on Vanderpump Rules, and that’s the person I wanted to read a memoir from. This book reads like an audition for a bland lifestyle show on the Home network, and that’s disappointing.
And Now, A List of Things I Wanted From This Book That Were Never Delivered:
-detailed step-by-step descriptions of how Stassi forced multiple girls to quit SUR because she didn’t like them
-how to hack your boyfriend’s social media in order to keep tabs on him and exert full psychological control
-a lengthy chapter explaining the how and why of that time Stassi tagged along on Katie and Schwartz’s honeymoon
-a more honest memoir that would address the fascinating insight into Stassi’s adolescence that we got when her mother said that teenage Stassi would lie on the kitchen floor and eat bread every day after school
-becoming a reality TV villain for fame and fortune: how did Stassi do it, and was it worth it?
-a straightforward industry memoir about what it’s like to work in a West Hollywood restaurant that’s also a working reality TV set
At least I got this from the library and didn’t pay actual money for it.