And it's making slightly anxious men a little more aggressive and confused. Reading this book is exactly like reading the title - you will feel a sense of irony because of the year the book has been newly published in, and then you will laugh because you can relate to how underwhelming and chaotic this joke is. I laughed a few times, I felt like I could relate to the pessimistic jabs at American society, I felt confused that grown men still idolize their genitalia, I felt surprisingly touched by soft moments. I felt simultaneously annoyed and amused at a few stories with only exclamation marks. This particular writing convention made me feel like my little brother was telling me a story while I was trying to do something important and I was smiling and saying "yeah" but at the same time, my brain was politely wondering when the story would end. I am impressed with Zac's unique ability to make me feel this way through the convention of writing.The second thing I thought about this book was that it was kind of like reading Fight Club, but if Chuck Palahniuk had had a little more self awareness. Zac Smith is mad, and depressed, and anxious, and he has enough irony to self evaluate the pitifulness of these emotions. As a reader I felt like I was Zac Smith except for the male genitalia. I'm not complaining about the references to the male member I'm just bringing it up a lot because I was surprised every time it came up. I don't want to be too harsh about the phallic references because they were ... funny? So you will probably laugh while reading this story. I just didn't find the references funny, but I did find them intriguing and surprising. Not in a bad way. Chuck Palahniuk probably brings up male genitalia more than Zac Smith. And he takes himself seriously.I felt the progression in this book go from funny to absurd to surprisingly devastating and in no particular order. I am not an expert in writing but this book is impressive to me in its ability to traverse the wave of very real human emotions and in a progression that mimics the human experience. This is a book to read slowly, or ritually, right before you journal, to set the mood for how absurd you're feeling about your day. It is to be dropped on the bus and then forever stained with snow, and it will never be perfectly straight - it will curve where you subconsciously tried to roll it as you walked to work. I recommend reading this book.