This book was a gift from a friend of mine. Initially, she purchased the paperback version. I can only assume the title of this piece caught get attention. Nonetheless, she didn't finish the book for the same reasons I didn't finish reading: The author reads like a self-righteous, self-important type of Hipster whose self concept is that of a charming and witty intellectual. I feel like a D-bah reading this work silently, let alone out loud.

The essays on John Cusack and the theory on the Fonz alone make this a great read.

Tiresome at times, but interesting to see how his brain works

One of the worst books ever. Mere ramblings of someone who thinks himself an intellectual for thinking about shallow culture.