
There's an element of cultural-studies self-parody in the mishmash of the mundane and the lofty—Koestenbaum almost breaks down laughing when invoking Buddhist notions of disgust in response to "Dear Wayne, I farted in yoga"—and that's one way in which, I suppose, the videos serve their purpose. Another way they serve their purpose is in suggesting, in an accessible (and very charming) context, the sort of exploratory perspectives on familiar phenomenon we'd hope this hip little book provides. Below, he advises someone who's sent an embarrassing email to a coworker: "You've got to take the epicenter of the shame, and turn it around into your identity, somehow."