I first heard of Stuff White People Like by Christian Lander on, I admit it, NPR. (So sue me! At least I’m not a fan of David Searis). So I guess I’m in part the target and the target market for this kind of book. I also have a blog and wear shorts when its just barely warm enough to put them on, I admit.
These and dozens of other entries are covered in the Stuff White People Like Blog, from which this book sprang. I admit its clever and good marketing too – a certain kind of person revels in irony, and the idea of embracing something which mocks your taste in Starbucks, Chinese food, and etc. is right up that demographic’s alley.
HOWEVER, its not just “Stuff White People Like”, as I know from sharing this with friends that “go beyond the pale”, lets say. A more accurate title of the book would be “Stuff that Middle and Upper Class Metropolitan Area People Like”, as I know for a fact that where I grew up, there’s one Starbucks in the entire county.
Anyway, these Scathing Book Reviews of Stuff White People Like think the book lacks color:
…and from the “missing the point” department:
This book is in the humor section, but it did not even make me smile, let alone chuckle. Organic food? Farmer’s Markets? Nonprofit organizations? Adopting children from third world countries? Barack Obama? This is supposed to be satire? Seems to me that supporting these things make for a better world. If he had gone after typical Republican or white trash stuff then maybe he could have squeezed out some humor, but that has all been done before.
…and a fairly shocking review (I didn’t write it – you’ll either laugh or cry):
The book was written by a white person and it’s the hallmark of elitist whites to say they’re not elitist and distance themselves from being white. Their “above the fray” attitude indicates that they’re better than all other people who engage in whatever attitudes and behaviors they’ve pointed out to us with their super keen senses. I’ve noted this behavior in English and Jewish people.
There’s some acute perception and witty writing here. It’s sufficient to carry the reader along in a state of amusement until that inevitable point, otherwise recognizable in a too-prolonged diet of NPR listening, when finally the tone becomes insufferabl
…and, you know, the truth hurts: