I loved Irby’s previous essay collection, we are never meeting in real life. wow, no thank you. has much of the same humor but also cut more deeply (for me), perhaps because this book is more squarely located in “being 40 and trying to be a functional adult” territory. (The essay “Late-1900s Time Capsule” evokes so much recognition for me, as someone who confused music I like with my personality during that era.) The rest of the book is great, too; highly recommended.