After Amy Poehler

We Are Never Meeting in Real Life by Samantha Irby

Amy Poehler taught us that admitting you're a mess is revolutionary. Samantha Irby takes that permission slip and runs with it—skewering romantic disasters, health crises, and everyday humiliations with the same irreverent feminist lens that made Yes Please feel like a cold drink in a desert of curated perfection. This is vulnerability without performance, wit without apology, and the kind of brutal honesty that makes you ugly-laugh while thinking, 'Oh god, that's me.'