This is probably my favourite Bitchy Bitch book (to date). I've always found Bitchy a grimly hilarious take on the petty awfulness of dull office jobs, crummy worker- and worker-management relations and the difficulties of being an aging singleton straight woman who relentlessly resists embracing life. Certainly anyone, male, female, gay, straight, whatever, who's done a dead-end job will relate to this character. But Roberta Gregory has also dug deeper into Bitchy/Midge, and I think most rewardingly in the strips in this book, in which we explore her traumatic 50s childhood and the horrors and delusions of adolescence and teen pregnancy in the late 60s/early 70s ('Hippy Bitch Gets Knocked Up'). These stories are moving because they are so entirely unsentimental. They are larger than life yet feel horribly accurate.