The point of "Why I Am Not a Feminist" isn't really that Crispin is not a feminist; it's that she has no interest in being a part of a club that has opened its doors and lost sight of its politics—a club that would, if she weren't so busy disavowing it, invite Kellyanne Conway in. Crispin's argument is bracing and a rare counterbalance; where feminism is concerned, broad acceptability is almost always framed as an unquestioned good.

Small but mighty, a bracing, contradictory volume full of fury. It's a rousing call for unity that's not afraid to alienate, at once breezy and foreboding. It's a radical text written in accessible, entertaining prose, slipped nonchalantly into the mainstream. A blueprint for women who care about equal rights for all.