“You can be an ultra fashionable, single, successful Sex and the City auntie, just like me!”
Just as the vacuum cleaner became ubiquitously known as the Hoover, being an aunt has been (unsuccessfully) rebranded as The Savvy Auntie, or The PANK (Professional Aunt, No Kids).
So many ridiculous and superfluous made up acronyms and names for everything surrounding aunties. Why not call a spade, a spade? Why the advice about how aunties can get pregnant? And I really don’t need to waste time and money to formally celebrate becoming an aunt. It’s supposed to be all about the baby and the parents, not about me. Me, me, me!
Rich and successful single women are the target audience for this book, ladies who’ll be valued for the gifts, outings and trust funds they can provide. Of course, love and attention are touched on too, but there’s far too much emphasis on emptying one’s pockets to supply the little ones in your life with everything they could possibly need or enjoy, despite the warning on spoiling them.
Skimming was necessary to finish. Useful nuggets of information and advice appear infrequently, buried in pages and pages of filler written in that overly positive American vernacular, popular in sales pitches, that I personally despise.
Savvy Auntie isn’t nearly as fun as it pretends to be. Don’t waste your money, visit the website instead.