You'll Grow Out of It by Jessi Klein

Over the weekend, I read You'll Grow Out of It by Jessi Klein. I am usually pretty skeptical about New York bestselling memoirs written by comedic actors / screenwriters. I do not know why this is, truly, because I appreciate personalities like Tina Fey and Mindy Kaling greatly. Having said that, I do not watch the Comedy Central show Inside Amy Schumer, which made this choice in reading a bit bizarre. For one reason or another, it has been on my reading wish list for some time. I would regularly check the small English section of my bookstore to see if it were there and, finally, it was.

I am very glad I read this book, because Klein is clever, and unabashed and relatable. I loved her young memories, like learning that wearing perfume was like 'walking through a cloud'. I also liked how TRUE I felt some of her analysis was, i.e. the journey from miss to ma'am and the poodle vs. the wolf woman. I am a wolf, if you are curious. Though, I wonder how many would proclaim, I am a poodle! Anyone, anyone? I have some poodle friends. I swallow my envy every time they legit 'woke up like dis'. 

Her reflection on her romantic type, her past relationships, and her current relationship with the man whom she married and with whom she birthed a child were also full of humorous and meaningful messages, which I especially appreciated having embraced that my love story (ah) has also not unfolded par the course of many with whom I went to school. There is still time, and, in the meantime, there are a lot of juicy opportunities to make mistakes and grow from them. As Klein states from the beginning, I'll grow out of it.

Ma’am is yet another horrible-sounding word in the lexicon of words that women are stuck with to describe various aspects of their body/life/mental state/hair. Vagina. Moist. Fallopian tubes. Yeast infection. Clitoris. Frizz. These are all terrible words, and yet they are our assigned descriptors. Who made up these words? Women certainly didn’t. If, at the beginning of time, right after making vaginas, God had asked me, ‘What would you like your most intimate and enjoyable part of yourself to be called?’,’ I most certainly wouldn’t have said, ‘Vagina.’ No woman would, because vagina sounds like a First World War term that was invented to describe a trench that has been mostly blown apart but is still in use. Even off the very top of my head I feel like I could have come up with something better, like for instance the word papoose, which actually as I’m typing it feels like an incredibly brilliant word for vagina.
— Jessi Klein, You'll Grow Out of It