DNF 10%. This is the shittiest piece of misogynistic garbage yet. Read this book only if you hate yourself.

I’d like to take a moment to thank Ms. Brown for the invaluable lessons this book taught me about male/female gender roles including:

1. Men are sweaty and women are complicated.
2. Women are always bitching and whining, and men should buy them flowers to shut them up.
3. If a woman can’t cook she’s not worth anything; if a man can’t cook he’s adorable and needs coddling.
4. Men can take care of their own children for short periods of time, but then should be rescued because they are in over their heads and their penises make them lack basic nurturing skills.
5. If men aren’t extremely manly they are worthless, or worse, gay.
6. Violence against women is comedy fodder.

Notable quote:
‘she’s an old hippy and I heard she was one of the first ones to burn her bra… it’s sad she’s had more lovers than a real hooker’ poor poor liberal feminists, such lonely, crazy sluts. And sex workers, Ew.
‘you’re too pretty to work’ because looks are a commodity and women are objects.

And the award for the most mean spirited description of an other woman in a book, EVER, goes to the below:

‘Christy was decked out in skin tight designer jeans that emphasized her wide hips and thick waist. A halter top made of islet lace that let her tanning bed skin show through the little holes along with a back roll of cellulite begging to be released from her too tight bra, high-heeled shoes and lots of chunky gold jewelry. Her dark hair was piled up on top of her head in a style that was meant to look casual but had at least half a can of hairspray applied to keep every curl in place. She had certainly spared nothing to look good, but any fool could see when she looked at Slade, she saw dollar signs.’ Tell me you hate women without telling me you hate women, Ms. Brown.

This pile of garbage is going on the burn pile.

Update: I went to read the author’s bio and wow, I get it now.