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?
Friday, October 07, 2005
Help Us Obi Wan
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V. Hey, I would've listened to her if she'd had anything worth saying.ReplyDelete
Dick-lit. I could write that!
Oh dear. #IV could be a story my own father would write. He really did tell my mom something of that nature when she was pregnant with my sister.ReplyDelete
Needless to say, one of many reasons that marriage did not last.
But... but... that dress really DID make her look fat.ReplyDelete
I thought relationships were supposed to be about honesty.
So, what do we call this? Dick-lit?ReplyDelete
Note to self: Refrain from drinking when reading PBW. Choking is not conducive to long life. *-*
Well, it does sound better than "dude lit," which was an aborted publishing term for it.ReplyDelete
Can you see it now? SEX AND THE CITY: THE NEXT GENERATION.
Four young, single, self-absorbed men in Manhattan.
It wouldn't last, though. All they'd do is get really drunk and take home women whose appearance they'll make fun of when they wake up in the morning anyway. I give it four, maybe five eps, tops.
Maybe six if they air the last ep after that episode of DEADWOOD where they say "fuck" a lot. I like that ep.
I like Dick-lit, it fits.ReplyDelete
It really does look like a chicklit cover, I wonder what the artist was thinking?ReplyDelete
The "Sex and the City: tNG" would do fine on Spike. Like that "Blind Date" show... It's so much more fun that the non-male counterpart, "Matchmaker."ReplyDelete
Maybe I'll make my NaNoWriMo piece a dick-lit masterpiece!
Why the cover? That's an easy one: women are the intended audience.ReplyDelete
Think about it. How many men actually read books about relationships?
This is so weird... I was actually talking to another writer friend about creating a name to categorize my novel, Down For Whatever.ReplyDelete
We brainstormed Dick-Lit.
Now, maybe I'll use it. lol. It's cute. And it works... especially for my novel's target audience.
I think Katherine's right! LOLReplyDelete
He dropped me off for my labor induction and went back to work
My own to add to the list *snicker*
Ahm... if you call it 'dick-lit', wouldn't that provoke some people to change the name of 'chick-lit' to... 'c*it-lit'?ReplyDelete
Hey! I was just askin'.
It strikes my as ironic that most of you are poking fun at men for writing what women have been writing for decades. Writing about relationships from a gender-specific point of view. That, among other things, is what romance writing is all about. That is what the (approximately) eighty-nine zillion self-help books on relationships are all about and that's what Cosmo puts in each and every magazine to sell it to thousands of women across the USA, Europe and (probably) other places. This isn't any different than what you ladies are out there paying good money for, it's just not from a woman's POV.ReplyDelete
F. O'Brien, when will you learn to follow my example and shamelessly pander to women in exchange for their kindness? If you try to turn this into a serious discussion, you're never gonna score.ReplyDelete
(I suppose that could be taken any number of ways. Don't need to score, forgot what it's like to score, too happy in my current position to worry about scoring, don't want to score with anyone else, got fouled out and the score doesn't matter, don't try any more and instead make serious comments as if something else mattered...)
Sorry I'm falling behind on comments. Deadlines are gulping down my internet time, and today I had the pleasure of introducing 150 thirteen year olds to the business of publishing today at one of our local schools.ReplyDelete
Katherine, I'm with you on the cover art.
Douglas, shameless as always. For the record, you had me at chelicera.
F., 'tis true, I shouldn't have poked as much fun as I did at this book. I suffer from a plethora of exes, though, so it was something of a knee-jerk reaction.