Amazon has recommended me this book for the third week in a row:
"HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU, by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo. (Simon Spotlight Entertainment, $19.95.) How a woman can tell if a relationship is going nowhere."
It's been on the NYT bestseller list six weeks in a row.
Apparently every estrogen-crazed freak I know has read it.
"He's just not into you! This book changed my life! I used to stalk guys after one night stands, and go to their houses and kill their wives and children just so I could wear a sexy outfit to the funerals, but now I know that they're just not into me!"
But really there's a huge market for this tripe. Remember the Rules? Whatever came after the Rules? What is it in American culture that makes us so hungry for books which purport to train us in the fine art of being disingenous shits to people we're attracted to?
Or is there something to it?
Has sex become so utterly mundane that we require a whole set of techniques to liven it up by putting it out of proportion? For that matter, is disingenuity and paranoia healthy when dealing with the opposite sex?
I've made the mistake of letting my interest in a fellow be known by the relationship-junkies who read this manner of tripe. Bad Xev! Lame move!
Now I have a not-so-succint commentary on this sort of book every time I meet one of his female acquaintences.
"So-and-so really likes you, but you need to make yourself less available"
Yet here I am, after work, sitting alone on my couch and thinking - perhaps they've got a point.
I'm a competitive woman by nature. I like being the first and the best, I like to win and I like to master whatever I decide to do. And yet I cannot apply that drive to my interactions with men, while most seem to think I ought to.
Hell, so-and-so is cool, I like him, sure I'm not going to be an obsessive stalker and call every day, but why should I act like I'm not interested in him when I am?
Why would I want to attract "psycho-boy who only wants what he can't have"? Or worse, a man who doesn't like me and just wants to bed me? I'd have to kill him or something, ha ha.
Being decently versed in the humanities, I know that the "war of the sexes" is an old theme which dates to at least the Middle Ages. Yet it seems so particular with me.
How is sex a zero sum game? The idea of it being a form of conflict does resonate with me, but if I take pleasure from a man ought I see myself as the loser? And he takes pleasure from me, so how could I be considered the winner? All the advice, all my own strategizing, has been a way of trying to make me feel that I've defeated him by bedding him.
Well come on - I'm not that bad a lay.
So I consider possible explanations, that this nonsense is pre-programmed evolutionary strategy, that we are all screwed up from Christianity and it's hatred of sex and women, that this is some form of sexual politics that the patriarchy uses to keep men and women at edge - yet I can find none convincing.
Is our society too competitive?
"HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU, by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo. (Simon Spotlight Entertainment, $19.95.) How a woman can tell if a relationship is going nowhere."
It's been on the NYT bestseller list six weeks in a row.
Apparently every estrogen-crazed freak I know has read it.
"He's just not into you! This book changed my life! I used to stalk guys after one night stands, and go to their houses and kill their wives and children just so I could wear a sexy outfit to the funerals, but now I know that they're just not into me!"
But really there's a huge market for this tripe. Remember the Rules? Whatever came after the Rules? What is it in American culture that makes us so hungry for books which purport to train us in the fine art of being disingenous shits to people we're attracted to?
Or is there something to it?
Has sex become so utterly mundane that we require a whole set of techniques to liven it up by putting it out of proportion? For that matter, is disingenuity and paranoia healthy when dealing with the opposite sex?
I've made the mistake of letting my interest in a fellow be known by the relationship-junkies who read this manner of tripe. Bad Xev! Lame move!
Now I have a not-so-succint commentary on this sort of book every time I meet one of his female acquaintences.
"So-and-so really likes you, but you need to make yourself less available"
Yet here I am, after work, sitting alone on my couch and thinking - perhaps they've got a point.
I'm a competitive woman by nature. I like being the first and the best, I like to win and I like to master whatever I decide to do. And yet I cannot apply that drive to my interactions with men, while most seem to think I ought to.
Hell, so-and-so is cool, I like him, sure I'm not going to be an obsessive stalker and call every day, but why should I act like I'm not interested in him when I am?
Why would I want to attract "psycho-boy who only wants what he can't have"? Or worse, a man who doesn't like me and just wants to bed me? I'd have to kill him or something, ha ha.
Being decently versed in the humanities, I know that the "war of the sexes" is an old theme which dates to at least the Middle Ages. Yet it seems so particular with me.
How is sex a zero sum game? The idea of it being a form of conflict does resonate with me, but if I take pleasure from a man ought I see myself as the loser? And he takes pleasure from me, so how could I be considered the winner? All the advice, all my own strategizing, has been a way of trying to make me feel that I've defeated him by bedding him.
Well come on - I'm not that bad a lay.
So I consider possible explanations, that this nonsense is pre-programmed evolutionary strategy, that we are all screwed up from Christianity and it's hatred of sex and women, that this is some form of sexual politics that the patriarchy uses to keep men and women at edge - yet I can find none convincing.
Is our society too competitive?