Ladies, it seems that the Empire is Striking Back:
"She's Just Not That Into You" was taken already, I guess.
I'm amusing myself by imagining the individual story titles:
I. Slept With Her Sister Once, the Bitch Sells My SUV for $1
II. But That Dress Really Did Make Her Look Fat
III. I Still Don't Know What She Meant by Foreplay
IV. Her Water Broke, But It Was a PlayOff Game, Damn It!.
One comment made about the book that made me aspirate my Mandarin Orange Spice:
"And the ultra-girly-girl cover. Not that I dislike it or anything. But if you're going to publish a book of stories by men about bad relationships, you'd be better off illustrating it with say, a photo of a crushed beer can and a crumpled condom wrapper." -- Rick Kleffel (read the rest of Rick's take here; scroll all the way down to the bottom.)
So, what do we call this? Dick-lit?