Irby is a defining essayist to me in the vein of Sedaris or even Andy Rooney. I'm unsure if I would have loved this more or less when I was at my most chaotic period in my mid-twenties, but she has this effect of really reminding me why I'm not fully at home in the suburban spaces society carves out for someone with my educational background. I enjoyed both this and "We Are Never Meeting in Real Life."