Ali Wong Dear Girls- Comedy Gone Wrong with TMI Meant for her Girls Eyes Only - Only Not

Ali Wong is a stand-up comedian, sitcom writer, and all around stand-up mother married to the man she "trapped."  Wong's auto-bio ALI WONG DEAR GIRLS is 'intended' as a letter to her young daughters, to be read only after she's dead is well intended.  Unfortunately, she bends our ears with her entire life (including the most embarrassing, intimate & gross experiences) one would never really want their children to know.  At least, I thought so.  But no, Wong is overly long in telling us her childhood, rebel years, sexual awakenings, comedic training there's literally no explaining left to do or yearning to be learning more.  Ali's desire to have known her grandfather before he died was denied her.  Heaven forbid her girls should ever yearn to truly know her or receive her wit & wisdom will not happen because she will have left it all in writing for them, and everyone else who reads her book or sees her stand-up routines.  Being candid can make for an enticing tale when there's a fascinating tale to be told.  Ali's open book, 'epistolatory' love memoir to her girls and her steadfast Harvard educated, Asian American husband is somewhat amusing.  Her sexual escapades, projectile diarrhea  or obsession for food (any kind) doesn't crush it.  Wong seems to be the cool friend we'd all like to have.  However, her revelatory exploits erupt with laughter or wonderment.  There are a few good bits.  But her soul searching advice to her girls falls flat, "My last piece advice would be to focus not on the result, but instead, the process and the journey."  She also has advice for aspiring comics too that hardly feels new, "Center on having a tolerance for delayed gratification, a passion for the craft, and a willingness to fail."  Wong's passion for her family, her craft and for life are vibrant throughout but I doubt there's an audience who'll  appreciate DEAR GIRLS, except for her girls.