I am still hoping this is like a bizarre satire but I know it isn't (though I really hoping that the chapter glorifying cheating is). I honestly don't understand the constant claims of feminism when every other chapter mentions calories, sex appeal (but not a "slut"), and being uber feminine (all part of the ~natural~ difference between men and women). This is everything that's wrong with french liberal feminism today, jesus... I mean what book advises you to skip breakfast for an "authentic Parisienne" experience while also telling you that pouting (or more popular known in America, R.B.F.) is feminist empowerment.

I read it for a laugh (mainly to mock the glorification of Paris?) and it was 5/5 in that regard. I do recommend this for a second-hand-embarrassment (because of how bizarre these suggestions are) humour read and for the good recipes. I am very excited for the asparagus parmesan one.