A review by lxsbrwr
Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl by Carrie Brownstein

2.0

Self-aggrandizing and frankly tough to get through. Brownstein reads like just another suburban white woman who borrows daddy’s minivan and calls herself revolutionary because she doesn’t wash her hair. She writes about her father’s struggle with his sexuality and her mother’s clinical eating disorder and does so with exactly the self-righteousness and martyrdom you’d expect from someone out of Bellevue; her life is one big inconvenience. Honestly, what was punk about her again? I guess the coattails she was riding off of in the 90s were thrifted.