It always feels weird to critique someone's memoir. It's their story and they can tell it how ever they want. That being said, The Spitboy Rule fell flat for me. I think I was expecting more depth and analysis. I didn't feel very connected to the author, somehow it felt like she was holding back or guarding herself. Despite my interest in 90's punk culture and in intersectional feminism and analysis, the reading experience was fairly dull.