Sex Object: A Memoir Paperback – February 28, 2017

Wow! This memoir is the sharing of Valenti's life as a woman who feels objectified and attacked on a daily basis. She goes back into her childhood and tells stories of men flashing her, or groping her, or saying suggestive comments to her on the streets. She walks you through her teen and college years where you can see how those moments imprinted on her psyche and created the woman she was in the world – hard-partying, promiscuous, and yearning for love. And, then how she became a feminist writer and blogger, as well as how she became a mother. Through the whole book she's blunt and at the end you feel like someone ran over and shook you hard. But, then at the same time you realize you needed to be shaken. She is telling the story of every woman in America, who even if they haven't lived exactly her life, know what it is to feel objectified and attacked and criticized, just for being women, and then objectified and attacked and criticized a second time when they defend themselves. I'd call this a must-read because it will really make you sit and think. Plus it's quick, easy read.

A book about the misery that is all too common for cis women, whose bodies seem to betray them at every turn as society does its best to prime them to accept a masochistic position.I cannot understand how her husband continued to put her at risk after she and her daughter almost died. Were both of his hands amputated? Jessica mentions how he can compartmentalize and hide his feelings while she has PTSD. Given that his body has remained uninvaded/sacrosanct/solely for his own pleasure his entire life, of course he cannot understand what she--or her daughter--has been through. He comes across as a robotic selfish boor. This book does not explain why such a smart vibrant woman is drawn to such a person, but I suppose that this is another element of what makes her writing so powerful: In a world where one is a sex object, any straight male that sees a brain in the body is a viable mate no matter how cold and insensitive.Sad, sad book. Best to Jessica and Layla.

I should confess that I'm only halfway through, but I think my opinion on this book is pretty much baked and ready.I appreciate that Valenti had the courage to write about her experiences. It takes a clitoris to write about something so painful with prose so thoughtful and deft. And yet, while Valenti writes beautifully in the introduction about what she wants to pinpoint -- how it feels to live in a 'world that hates women' -- I don't think she quite pulls it off.'Sex Object' makes a more convincing case that, when she was younger, Valenti really hated herself.I've been there. And I know how painful it is to then realize you've allowed other people to share in, and contribute to, that self-hatred. The world doesn't guarantee a safety net, even when, and perhaps especially when, we're not feeling strong enough to weave one ourselves.FWIW, my personal experience as a woman has been that the stronger you become mentally, the less power these experiences have to define you. I've actually come to view men who perpetrate 'microagressions' against me as victims themselves -- of ignorance, of low self-esteem, of a culture that too often equates masculinity with making a woman feel like s***.In that vein, I think this book is a good starting point for an urgently needed discussion. But I also think the world kind of sucks for everyone, until you realize that it doesn't have to, really, and you allow yourself to view everyone, regardless of gender, with compassion.My 2 cents. Back to the book and my half-baked cookies.

This is a remarkable memoir. She could have made herself sound a lot neater, a lot tidier, and made the whole thing more comfortable. This is a messy, raw, real, honest book. This is not a memoir composed of either self-mythologizing or pat storytelling. In fact, it is as little about the author herself as a memoir of its kind can be. Rather, it is a memoir about how the personal is political, one that is grounded in a sometimes startlingly unvarnished honesty about the personal. It's about sex and sexuality, about women in the world and the things that go unsaid about that experience, and about a lot of other things, too. I've read her other books and her columns appear in my social media feeds and I'm a fan. But this is something else, something deeper, more unsettling and engaging than anything that has come before. This is an important book.

This book is illuminating and recommended to anybody who thinks women don't face immense objectification that affects them in deep, irreversible ways. However, I think (and hope) that Ms. Valenti is an outlier when it comes to the level of misogyny she experiences. My wife and other women in my life tell me that they have not experienced anything near the grotesque prejudice Ms. Valenti describes in her book. Perhaps it is because we didn't grow up in New York, but either way, the experiences spoken of were alarming and the first we'd heard of such depravity. There were times in the book when there seemed to be a tad of selective reasoning or myopic rationality, but for the most part this book provided an eye-opening account of attitudes and manners that need to change in the male gender. We've made progress, but it's not over yet.

O livro é incrível, a entrega foi um lixo!

está fuertisimo pero me ayudó mucho

Touched me on an emotional level I didn't know existed and reminded me that there are other versions of the world that might have been possible for me if it wasn't for toxic masculinity.

I could easily relate with this book when I read a chapter of it in a bookstore and I was hooked. The price in the bookstore was about 700/- + but I managed to get a great deal on it on Amazon and I'm glad it's in my bookshelf.The last couple of chapters are more about the author and one can empathize and the first few chapters are hard hitting and relatable

Ho comprato il libro usato ed è arrivato in perfette condizioni. Imballaggio sicuro e non rovinato.Non si vede neanche che era usato.Lo consiglio