The Book of Guys
I enjoy reading
aloud. Depending on the subject matter. I inadvertently obtained a
copy of The Book Of Guys in the mid-90s and devoured it. I have
since read aloud the preface and “Lonesome Shorty” more times
than I can recall. I have read and re-read the book cover to cover
on an “as-needed” basis. It's “needed” more often than you
might imagine.
This is
side-splittingly funny stuff, sometimes not exactly in the “HAHA”
way, but in the “HolyCrap” manner. This guy Keillor knows my
life experience.
I have purchased
more copies of this book whenever the need arose. Whenever I meet a
man (of my generation in particular—Boomers) who has come to the
conclusion that women simply cannot be understood nor can they be
satisfied, I give that man a copy of The Book Of Guys for his very
own.
It's comforting to
know that you're not alone.
Those who think that
this subject matter is too dark need to re-evaluate what happened to
their manhood during the woman’s movement in the 70''s and beyond.
I call it the Alan Alda syndrome.
So get a copy and
read it aloud, but not to your wife. When you're done with the book,
turn on your TV and watch “For Love of The Game” with Kevin
Costner. What the two have in common is a little elusive, but they
both seem to effect feminists in the same way. That alone is a good
enough reason.
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