Like Jenny Lawson and Caitlin Moran, Emmy-nominated actress and writer Betty Gilpin delivers a lightning-strike dispatch of hilarious, intimate, and luminous essays on how to navigate this weird and wondrous life. Betty Gilpin has a brain full of women. There's Blanche VonFuckery, Ingrid St. Rash, and a host of others--some cowering in sweatpants, some howling plans for revolution, and some, oh God, and some...slowly vomiting up a crow without breaking eye contact? Jesus. These women take turns at the wheel. That's why Betty feels like a million selves. With a raised eyebrow and a soul-scalpel, she tells us how she got this way. Betty has depression, Betty has a dream, Betty has tits the size of printers. She has debilitating shame and then, impossibly, a tiny voice saying what if. She takes us from wild dissections of modern womanhood to boarding school to the glossy cringe of Hollywood. We laugh through the failures (monologue to beagle! Ancient mentors proposing fellatio!) and quietly hope with her for the dream. Whether that dream is love or liberation or enough iMDb credits to tase the demon snapping at her ankles, we won't know until the shit-fanning end. There's Hamlet, there's self-sabotage, there's PTSD from turkey. Stunning, candid, and laugh-out-loud funny, All the Women in My Brain is perfect for any reader who's ever felt like they were more, or at least weirder, than the world expected.
