Thanks to NetGalley for allowing me to read this book in exchange for an honest review.

Loved her previous books and loved this one!

Phoebe Robinson is a thirty something year old black woman and she has opinions on things and a very funny way of relating this to the rest of the world. Relationships, music, injustice, travel are all touched on in interesting, thoughtful, sometimes insightful and many times quite funny manners. A wonderful read altogether.

I'll be up front with you - before reading this book, I did not know Phoebe Robinson by name. After this I have to say... HUGE fan, I will definitely be looking for her past books and everything else she produces, be it book, movie, show, podcast, WHATEVER.

Although I am not a POC and so can't possibly understand some of her struggles (as she so accurately points out about British Baekoff), there was so much more that had me laughing and nodding along because it's SO true!! I loved reading her takes on things and her sense of humor scattered all throughout. Keep it up girl, you're amazing!

You are going to want to pre-order this one! Available September 28, 2021!

One Sentence Summary: A smart and funny essay collection that will entertain and educate in only the way Phoebe Robinson can.

Reminds Me of: I'm Judging You: The Do-Better Manuel meets Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea

Three Reasons You Should Read This:
1) This was most anticipated read of the year and will most likely be my FAVORITE read of the year.
2) While Phoebe uses silly words and pop culture references often (much to my enjoyment, mind you), it always works well with the actual substance of each essay. She is the best at making meaningful commentary on the world while making you LLOL aka LITERALLY laugh out loud.
3) This is Phoebe's third book, and while I whole-heartedly recommend you read ALL three, I think each one has gotten better and better!
P.S.) Is the title and cover not reason enough?!
P.S.S) This book is being published on Ms. Robinson very own brand new imprint: Tiny Reparations!

One Thing You Should Know Before You Pick it Up:
If you aren't up on your pop culture and/or you don't know much about U2, keep your phone handy for Google reference! You might even want to do a little research on U2 beforehand, because you will be hearing about them!

*Disclaimer: I received an advance reading copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley.*

Thank you to NetGalley for the ARC.

First of all, Phoebe Robinson is a total dynamo with a vision. She does it all! Writing, acting, producing... it might be faster to list the things she can't do. I especially enjoyed her podcast "2 Dope Queens." This book is totally her voice and her style. If you've enjoyed her other work, you will enjoy "Please Don't Sit on My Bed..."

This collection of essays focuses on quarantine life, Black hair, having a British boyfriend, entrepreneurship, and (of course) bringing outside germs into the the sanctuary of one's bedroom. The tone is largely humorous and occasionally dips into more serious territory when discussing racism and the 2020 uprisings.

This book reads like reading a transcript of Phoebe Robinson's standup. My only critique here is that standup works best in short bursts because the fire-hydrant-blast of stylized banter can become exhausting after awhile. As such, I couldn't read more than a few pages at a time. But, being an older reader, I'm probably not the intended audience.

Phoebe Robinson is an absolute gem of a person. She's such a gifted writer. So funny, smart, and timely. These essays are a balm to the current world, and I cannot recommend this book enough.

Thank you NetGalley or the ARC! I am a big Phoebe fan. I loved her first book, loved her podcast, and liked her second book. I liked this book just fine, but I really went in expecting more humour.

As expected, Phoebe Robinson delivers hilarious stories with social commentary, all with her distinct voice and sense of humor.

I read Robinson's first book years ago. I enjoyed it and as a white woman I found her stories of being a Black woman a generation or so younger than me to be enlightening. She's just as humorous, honest, and more than a bit profane in language in this title. Be prepared for an intimate look at her life, sexuality, food tastes, and more. Topics range from white performative 'antiracism' and missteps in being allies to the growth of her romantic relationship with Mr. "British BakeShow" from initial interest to being perhaps even a bit too relaxed around him.

I love her stream of hash tags and abbreviations. She uses enough to be funny, but not so much you feel like you're scrolling through Twitter. Her essay about Andrew Cuomo during the beginning of the pandemic was hilarious and I found her experience as a Black woman starting up a mini media empire fascinating.

A new collection of essays by Phoebe Robinson is always cause for celebration! Whether she's skewering performative allyship in the summer of 2020 or musing on the joy and indignities of quarantining with your true love in a global pandemic, these fierce, forthright, and funny essays are classic Phoebe R. She could release one of these collections every six months and I'd read them all until the end of time, because I know she'll always make me laugh, make me mad (at the world), make me think, and make me want to do more.

The highlights include her highs and lows of being a black woman with a mini empire, and her experience of being Black in Bournemouth, UK, where someone asked to take her picture because she was the first black person they ever saw.

The constant abbreviations and hashtags made my head feel like it was going to explode. “Antisosh,” “monogs,” “pleaszh,” “cultch (culture),” “Hey Cuo, quick quesh” (Cuomo), "locaysh, “invitaysh,” and the biggest offender of all: #sorryisaacnewtnewt

With every book, I feel like Phoebe Robinson becomes less relatable. I loved her first book but she has just gotten to trendy with all her hashtags and now footnotes. I read lots of non-fiction with footnotes but not what I am expecting from an actress/comedian.