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Title:
Nobody cares / Anne T. Donahue.
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9781770414235
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Toronto : ECW Press, 2018.

©2018
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196 pages ; 21 cm
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"From the author of the popular newsletter That's What She Said, Nobody Cares is a frank, funny personal essay collection about work, failure, feminism, and the messy business of being alive in your twenties and thirties. As she shares her hard-won insights from screwing up, growing up, and trying to find her own path, Anne T. Donahue's debut book offers all the honesty, laughs, and reassurance of a late-night phone call with your best friend. Whether she's giving a signature pep talk, railing against summer, or describing her own mental health struggles, Anne reminds us that failure is normal, saying no to things is liberating, and that we're all a bunch of beautiful disasters - and she wouldn't have it any other way."-- Provided by publisher.
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Summary

Summary

From the author of the popular newsletter That's What She Said, Nobody Cares is a frank, funny personal essay collection about work, failure, feminism, and the messy business of being alive in your twenties and thirties. Whether she's giving a signature pep talk, railing against summer, or describing her own mental health struggles, Anne reminds us that failure is normal, saying to no to things is liberating, and that we're all a bunch of beautiful disasters - and she wouldn't have it any other way.


Author Notes

Anne T. Donahue is a writer and person from Cambridge, Ontario. Her work has appeared in publications and websites such as Esquire, Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan, Playboy, Nylon, Flare, and Rookie. She is the host of the podcast Nobody Cares (Except for Me), and has contributed to CBC's q. You can absolutely find her on Twitter and Instagram at @annetdonahue, baking or screaming into the night.


Excerpts

Excerpts

When I first started my weekly newsletter, That's What She Said , my thirst was palpable. Each instalment included links to my work and not much else, and it existed to prove that I was in demand and busy, and why couldn't everyone see how important I was? Perhaps understandably, it died very quickly. Partially because nobody gave a shit, but especially because it was very boring to write. Then in late 2015, I revved it back up again. I wanted to write without worrying about editors' feedback or about being professional. I wanted to write what I wished someone would say to me when I was in the midst of a misery marathon or taking up residence in the bell jar. I wrote about my fuck-ups, fears, and real, human feelings (gross), and dove into events and experiences that weren't gold star-worthy. In it, I was vulnerable, angry, and messy AF, but it felt good to write about life as an often-horrifying shitshow instead of what it looked like through an Instagram filter. For the first time since I'd started writing, I stopped trying to show everybody how great I was and focused on the merits of being a person unfinished. I began trying to work out my issues and feelings in real time and chose to learn as I went. Quickly, the newsletter became the place I could be me and sound like me and write like me and share with the world all the very best Leonardo DiCaprio GIFs the internet has to offer. I was finally happy just to be there. And for the first time in years, I didn't give a shit about being important. Which is a relief because I'm not. None of us are. Nobody's looking at us, nobody cares -- everybody's obsessed with their own Thing. Most of the time we're all just trying our best. And sometimes we fail and other times we don't, but we're sure as shit not better than anybody else before or after the fact. If you can look at your life and feel confident that you're doing something you love and giving it all you've got, I think that's enough. Especially since not even a tidal wave of third-party congratulations will make you feel better if you don't already like where you're at. No amount of RSVPs, no parties, no Cool Guys From Whatever City Is Hip Right Now's adulations. No book deals. You are always left with yourself. And it turned out people liked my messy-ass self. Including (and somewhat ironically), two book editors who reached out to my agent. So, I've tried to keep toning down my quest to prove how special I am, because I'm not. And to care that much about being famous or world-renowned is exhausting. It's a waste of time and energy. Yet even while typing that sentence, I know I'm still battling. My tightrope walk between anxiety-fueled work binges and genuine hustle, between thirst and a healthy amount of ambition, is a balance I still navigate-- daily. And I'm so used to it at this point, I think I'd miss it if it went. Excerpted from Nobody Cares: Essays by Anne T. Donahue All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

Table of Contents

Introductionp. 1
Anxiety, You Lying Bitchp. 7
In Case of Emergencyp. 13
I'll Read Your Cardsp. 19
Near, Far, Wherever You Arep. 33
Work, Bitchp. 39
Failing Upwardsp. 51
Things I Have Not Failed (But Quit Proudly)p. 61
"Why Don't You Drink?"p. 69
It's Called Fashion, Look It Upp. 77
Just Do What I Sayp. 85
Friendship Mistakes I Have Made (So You Don't Have To)p. 91
But, for the Record: I Am Not Funp. 103
The Least Interesting Thingp. 113
While in the Awfulp. 127
That Guy™p. 131
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love One Directionp. 139
Icebreakers: A Guide to Making a Real Splash at a Partyp. 145
An Anne for All Seasonsp. 153
Burn It Downp. 159
Get to Workp. 165
It Will Never Feel This Bad Againp. 175
Hometown Gloryp. 185
Acknowledgmentsp. 193