The latest from Lipper and Vincent (How to Eat Like a Hot Chick
) is more fizzle than sizzle. Some may find inspiration in the assertion that all women are “hot chicks” waiting to discover themselves, and there are a few fun, smart activities like “Build a Boyfriend Workshop” and the cheeky “Where Are His Balls?” But any gems are mired in crass hyperbole that often insults readers' intelligence. Some of the content has merit (like most books of this type, the authors preach the virtue of self-esteem) but more often than not the authors present too-cute, sometimes offensive definitions (“Butt Class: You may not believe this, but we used to have a lame, flat, white-girl ass until we got that flat ass to the gym”) and spout off like sailors on shore leave—dropping F-bombs with abandon. Lipper and Vincent confuse hip with hype. (Jan.)
