The only way a girl could possibly follow every suggestion in this book would be to become a nun at the age of 11. Even my mother, who is uuber conservative, thought this book was over-the-top. One particularly bizarre chapter categorizes girls as either teacups, mugs, or styrofoam cups. "Teacups" barely allow hand-holding on a group date, where as "Styrofoam" cups let a boy kiss them on the first date (Styrofoam being a painfully obvious euphemism for "trashy"). Call me crazy, but this doesn't really sound like the ideal way to improve feminine self-esteem in teenage girls.