Tags: estrogen, humor, reading, sarcasm, sociology, writing
I love to read. I rarely put down a book. But it happens. Usually after I realize it was written by a woman. Sorry, does that make me sexist? No? I didn’t think so either. It’s just that … well in real life women talk too much. Really. You do, and in too much detail. This is where it bleeds into a woman’s authoring skills. Just too many thoughts and feelings for me to process and give a shit about. So much so, that it sort of, well it pisses me off. Instead of reading why so and so decided why she was going to go the beach at J Street instead of L Street, I’d much rather know her cup size and know that she is going to the beach. And lets just hope she isn’t fat and ugly. Which would of course beg the question as to why a guy would write about a fat ugly girl going to the beach in the first place…
So where is this coming from? Let me tell you.
This morning I am reading Boobsday written in 2007 by Christopher Buckley and on page 66, 4th paragraph, 8th line down, first word is “mainframe”! Mainframe? Really? In 2007, this guy writes a book about a blogger who is using a mainframe? Holy shit.
Congratulations Chris, I have put down your book and in my opinion, you have joined the ranks of the women writers who can’t write for shit. You are a pussy and are to be ever refered to as Christina. You dillhole. [Note – I decided to read the next few chapters of this book to see if he really meant to say mainframe. I am giving him the benefit of the doubt, but only because ‘Thank You For Smoking’ was such a great film.]