Estimated read time: 1-2 minutes
I am not a prude, but I'm feeling like one after reading this book. I just don't get the humor here. Chelsea Handler makes me sad. She jokes about getting DUIs, going to prison and kissing a woman who was in there booked on a murder charge. She jokes constantly about drinking, jokes about getting into a brawl with teenage girls in her driveway, jokes about midgets who she abuses for sport. I know I'm not supposed to feel hurt by any of this, that it's all just bawdy humor, but I guess it's not my kind of humor.
In truth, Chelsea Handler reminds me a little bit of me, if I had had a tragic childhood and no sense of boundaries or respect. Chelsea was born into a family of six children with parents who did her no favors. Her father was a car salesman who would bring home used cars he couldn't sell and fill their front yard with them, much to the displeasure of their neighbors. He would also relieve himself in public and in front of his children and their friends regularly because the bathroom was too far away.
I get why her moral compass is stuck on "who cares?" but the book still made me sad. Yeah, there are funny lines, but you feel a little sick laughing at them, if you do laugh, which for me was not often. I almost felt like I was contributing to her addictions by buying the book, like a co-dependant who allows the addict to drink because she keeps lending her money. I know some of you will really enjoy this, like you did the movie American Pie, but not me. I cannot recommend Are You There, Vodka? It's me, Chelsea.