I would say that I've always appreciated Sleater-Kinney more than I've enjoyed their music. And I guess the couple of times that I've watched Portlandia, I've felt similarly. Carrie Brownstein is a tremendously talented artist, but one whose work I've never really felt a deep personal connection to. So, I really liked her memoir, Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl, but I enjoyed it at a remove.
Brownstein started with a pretty standard suburban upbringing, but her mother struggled with anorexia and left the family, and her father came out of the closet a couple of years after his daughter did. And then she moved to Olympia and Sleater-Kinney happened. She gives a realistic-sounding description of what it's like being in a band whose fame and cred vastly outpaced any kind of actual real money coming their way. She struggles throughout the book, but seems in a better place by the end.
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