How can one possibly make a fool of oneself and act so stupid while flipping through TV channels and wandering through the bars and nail salons of the big city? Constantly searching for the next love, often interrupted at the wrong moment by the ringing of one's mother's phone. Teresa Präauer has written a sexually charged, extremely funny, and brutally tough book that should definitely be read aloud with plenty of colorful chewing gum in your mouth, because here language performs and shows that flirting or picking someone up is still a sport made of copulating words. 'Oh Schimmi' by Teresa Präauer is the book that was enthusiastically celebrated by both the audience and the jury at last year's Bachmann Prize, and readers have no choice but to be at times impatient, at times shaking their heads, and at times laughing while reading 'Oh Schi.