At first, White Girl Problems seems geared only towards the younger generation, i.e. twentysomething Orange County babes strutting around in Prada and Louboutins on their college campus, but in fact, this "memoir" appeals to anyone who loves to poke fun at the upper class' ridiculous, out-of-touch "problems."
For any of you who have indulged in watching the tasteless and tacky behavior of the Real Housewives and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip of Kim Kardashian and Lindsey Lohan, this book is a MUST-READ! But I found it particularly appealing because of how timely it is. We all love to live vicariously through the lives of the rich and the famous. Babe Walker is one of these gals. Though I love to read her ridiculous stories, in real life I'd probably hate her. She's the type that says, "You're either gonna love me or hate me." To which I will respond, "Well, I'm guessing nobody really likes you."
White Girl Problems works because we are exposed to these types of women (both young and old) every day through television and news outlets. The upper class no longer live mysterious gated lives. We all have gone to school with a Babe Walker, or seen a Babe Walker break down in tears in her limo on national television. Even in our own lives, we can relate to a birthday party devolving into chaos, our own fluctuating weight issues, the constant barrage of angry texts we send to an ex, lover or scorned best friend, and the inevitable phone calls we receive the next morning from a hungover pal saying, "I don't know where I am...come get me."
If Bridesmaids was the female equivalent to The Hangover, then White Girl Problems is the female equivalent to Tucker Max's I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. It's crass, outrageous and laugh-out-loud funny!
As Babe Walker might say, money doesn't buy happiness, but I'd rather cry in a mansion.