Wetlands my Ass!
Wetlands is the tale of an 18 year old girl who detests personal hygiene and is obsessed with the circum-crotchal area. Totally Obsessed. That’s right, the big V and the big A, a whole book dedicated to their secretions, fluctuations, elasticity, scent, display, care and usage. Part pornography and part sixth grade sex ed video (where they show pics of ghonnorea blown up to the size of your teachers head, and that’s just one pustule), you’ll find yourself being turned on and nauseated at the same time...definitely an interesting sensation.
Roche has created a 100% real girl who is your average sex object. She reveals what it’s like to be a sex object...well, a real girl who is a little more extreme in her pimple popping fetish than most real girls, at least in America. From shaving her anus (which lands her in the proctology ward after she nicks her hemroids) to ranting against douches (and tampons too, for that matter), the young heroine tells it like she lives it. If you have a vagina, I recommend this book because it will tickle you and make your face turn the same color as your poonanny (and the same color as the book, incidentally. Check the newly designed English cover). If you don’t have a vagina I recommend this book because it’ll give you a taste of what it’s really like to have one. Granted not all ladies have a poop fetish or grow avocados just to masturbate with their seeds or pay prostitutes to look at their pussies, but all of us do face the daily decisions of shaving/not shaving, birth control/not birth control, anal/vaginal, among others. Wetlands just puts a hilarious spin on these subjects, rather than the deadpan serious feminist tomes that previously have addressed them.
And no matter what you’ve got jiggling between your legs, Wetlands will inspire you to think with your head.
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BreeDaviesJanuary 7, 2009
Oh, Simone. This sounds like the most terrifying book in existence. My Catholic school guilt will probably not allow me to read such a thing, but someday...maybe I will. I felt icky just reading your review. Mission accomplished!