The Bedwetter

I don’t really love Sarah Silverman. I don’t hate her either, which I’m sure she’ll be glad to hear because she’s had a whole lot of people hating on her and she probably doesn’t want one more person piling on. I never would have read The Bedwetter but TW read the cover jacket and was forced to bring it home because it was funny – and crazy, much like Silverman herself.

If I liked fart jokes more. Or rape jokes more. Or [insert politically incorrect label for an ethnic minority] jokes more, I’d probably be a fan. But I don’t so I’m not. I was pretty fascinated with just how … weird her life has been, or how weirdly she talks about her life. I think I’d probably like her dad a good bit, he seems funnier.

I’m still not a fan but I don’t like her less than before I read the book. I call that a win.

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