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How to Date Men When You Hate Men
by Blythe Roberson
A generous 2 star for the times I laughed, related, felt she made a good point, or thought, ‘she researched this.’ But overall, I do not think this is a good book. It certainly wasn’t the book I was expecting or hoping for. The title is misleading, not to mention problematic. She makes it clear in her intro that she doesn’t ‘hate men,’ but naming her book this just leads to more confusion about what feminism means and how it affects all genders. One of her only saving graces is that she is very clear in the intro about the fact that she is white, privileged, straight... and that most of the men she dates are as well. Which prepares the reader for the limited view they are about to receive.
Overall, I was disappointed. The author makes a point to say how much she loves writing, her career, what she went to school for, etc multiple times, but I felt the entire thing was unorganized and riddled with inconsistent punctuation choices. The book seems to have been slapped together. by she is HEAVILY repetitive in her references to certain things, sometimes repeated on just the next page. This whole thing feels like ‘essays’ that were tweets or blogs expanded on, and nothing really ties it together or ties it up at the end. Aside from all of that, she is very hard to take seriously, as her choice of language, probably meant to be comedic, reads immature. She refers incessantly to ‘boys I’m kissing’ or ‘boinking,’ One Direction/Harry Styles, and romcoms like You’ve Got Mail. It felt like they were in every essay. I even googled how old Timothee Chalamet is since she kept referencing him as ‘hot’ and one of her many crushes (she tells us she is 27). I rarely write such long and scathing reviews, and just try to let people like what they like, but this book was too painful for me to refrain. In the acknowledgments, she thanks someone else for the title of the book. Once again, it feels like a non-fitting but ‘catchy’ title slapped onto a ‘book’ which is a bunch of unorganized ramblings from the very limited view of one person’s very specific dating life. And I think this is a shame - because a lot of her points, references, and passions were important and well-grounded and could have had a much strong effect if not ruined by her choice of language and approach.
Overall, I was disappointed. The author makes a point to say how much she loves writing, her career, what she went to school for, etc multiple times, but I felt the entire thing was unorganized and riddled with inconsistent punctuation choices. The book seems to have been slapped together. by she is HEAVILY repetitive in her references to certain things, sometimes repeated on just the next page. This whole thing feels like ‘essays’ that were tweets or blogs expanded on, and nothing really ties it together or ties it up at the end. Aside from all of that, she is very hard to take seriously, as her choice of language, probably meant to be comedic, reads immature. She refers incessantly to ‘boys I’m kissing’ or ‘boinking,’ One Direction/Harry Styles, and romcoms like You’ve Got Mail. It felt like they were in every essay. I even googled how old Timothee Chalamet is since she kept referencing him as ‘hot’ and one of her many crushes (she tells us she is 27). I rarely write such long and scathing reviews, and just try to let people like what they like, but this book was too painful for me to refrain. In the acknowledgments, she thanks someone else for the title of the book. Once again, it feels like a non-fitting but ‘catchy’ title slapped onto a ‘book’ which is a bunch of unorganized ramblings from the very limited view of one person’s very specific dating life. And I think this is a shame - because a lot of her points, references, and passions were important and well-grounded and could have had a much strong effect if not ruined by her choice of language and approach.