Mommy, am I cult?

One of the reasons Kirstie Alley became an actress was that she could make out with handsome men.

That is the kind of blunt and unapologetical confession you get from this book. She confesses what no one else has the guts to do.

So… moralists are not going to like it. There will be drugs. There will be a lot of flirting. And just inadequacy in general. If you can’t get past that, this memoir is not for you. According to narrow minded individuals, she is not a model of “human decency”.

Also, she is not very modest. She knows she is attractive, and how that attractiveness affected her, although she is conscious of her humble beginning, likes animals, had drug addiction and confesses she screwed up a lot of things in her life.

Fine by me. I prefer to read someone who made many mistakes and learned with them, than endure the moral arrogance of others who “did everything right”.

She as mostly influenced by men, hence the funny title (Yes, I only read it for the title). As a pretty, funny, vivid, confident and borderline bitchy woman, the obvious outcome is that guys like her. Handsome guys. Talented guys. Even her assistant was incredibly handsome.

We hear about her marriages… and platonic crushes with co-stars: men like Patrick Swayze, Woody Harrelson and John Travolta. She is incredibly honest about all of them. Sometimes I’d wonder: “Has she really said that?”or “Aren’t her friends going to be furious that she revealed so intimate details about their lives?”