I avoided this book when it first came out because I feared it would hit too close to home. I wasn’t wrong. But Wiener’s observations are so impeccably worded, and her criticism so deviously surgical, that once I opened it I couldn’t put it down. I winced often, though, and not only when I thought back to the days when I was also referred to as a “support girl” within earshot. “Being the only woman on a nontechnical team, providing customer support to software developers, was like immersion therapy for internalized misogyny” (113). Yes, but also ouch.