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From New Yorker and Onion writer and comedian Blythe Roberson, How to Date Men When You Hate Men is a comedy philosophy book aimed at interrogating what it means to date men within the trappings of modern society. Blythe Roberson’s sharp observational humor is met by her open-hearted willingness to revel in the ugliest warts and shimmering highs of choosing to live our lives amongst other humans. She collects her crushes like ill cared-for pets, skewers her own suspect decisions, and assures readers that any date you can mess up, she can top tenfold. And really, was that date even a date in the first place? With sections like Real Interviews With Men About Whether Or Not It Was A Date; Good Flirts That Work; Bad Flirts That Do Not Work; and Definitive Proof That Tom Hanks Is The Villain Of You’ve Got Mail, How to Date Men When You Hate Men is a one stop shop for dating advice when you love men but don't like them. "With biting wit, Roberson explores the dynamics of heterosexual dating in the age of #MeToo" — The New York Times
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This book:
- was pretty funny
- did not live up to the promise of its truly excellent title
- seemed to be an example of a genre that I think of as “printed off blog entries” even though this was never originally a blog. like I'm just on the cusp of being like, are we okay with just including AIM-style verbs like “prints off blog entry” in books now? I guess we are?
- I definitely found chunks of this extremely funny and #relatable
- I found other chunks bewildering; for example I have never as an adult woman spent much time frantically wondering if something was a date the way Blythe apparently does
- given the title it's obv very heterocentric although she does occasionally mention pieces of advice from her gay friends. She's also not really trying to do anything universal.
-I guess I am having trouble formulating what this book IS? I saw another review call it a “satire of dating handbooks” and I don't think it's really that. I think it's just kind of a confusingly formatted memoir of “dating” from someone who says she's never had a boyfriend? Which is...confusing.
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