Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules is like that one uncle who lectures you on “how things used to be” but throws in a sprinkle of philosophy to sound fancy. Yes, clean your room — groundbreaking advice — but then it dives headfirst into “women’s roles” and “traditional values” like it’s 1955. The book’s tone? Dense, preachy, and often borderline patronizing, with more lobster metaphors than a seafood restaurant. Reading it feels like sitting through a lecture you didn’t sign up for, where the professor won’t stop telling you about lobsters and order. Sure, it resonates with people craving meaning in chaos. But if you want progressive ideas or a fresh take on gender and society, you’ll find it stuck in a time warp. #Entertainment #Books