So, I was all set to rip apart Math Doesn't Suck. The book designer tried to make the cover look like a copy of YM, so among other advertising-like blurbs, there's some bizarre reference to whether you, the reader, still have a crush on him, the guy with the tongue ring you can't stop staring at in Math 11.
I got the marketing ploy. I was all ready to mock the cop-out in what is, essentially, a flirted-up tutorial text.
And then my friend pointed out the obvious: This is a book by Winnie Cooper.
Winnie Cooper! Kevin's girlfriend!
Now I'm just thrilled young women who are bad at math everywhere can take a moment to learn from the prototypical girl next door.