'Wow, No Thank You': Samantha Irby returns with an antidote to your coronavirus funk. You're welcome.
CHICAGO - I should've written this Q&A with Samantha Irby about "Wow, No Thank You" - her latest incisive and brilliantly ribald essay collection - days ago. But, like many during this coronavirus moment, I couldn't focus. Instead, I found respite in clicking through all 80-some installments of Irby's newsletter, "Who's on Judge Mathis Today?" It's a daily recap of cases heard in the reality TV show's courtroom, filtered through Irby's comic lens and bearing such irresistible subject lines as: "'Who's going to fix my baldspot?'"
As loyal readers know, it's worth following Irby into the corners of our culture for her blunt and stunningly shame-free takes on bodily functions, relationships and lots of other things that would seem unbearably beyond our control, were it not for her ability to puncture the tension with pitch-perfect (expletive-laced) humor.
It's the reason her latest book debuted
