This book derives its humor from shameless heterosexist gender stereotypes. In deference to my feminist beliefs, I am going to weakly opine that no one should read this book. It perpetuates myths and drives wedges between the sexes.
Okay, glad that part’s done. On to the review:
This book is uproarious. There are four heroes, each one a young gentlemen: Adrian, who enjoys jazz saxophone and giving massages; Joe, a Big Brother volunteer who admires Gandhi; Rich, a pediatrician and yoga enthusiast; and Michael, an art gallery owner who likes chick flicks.
Each page features a photo of one of the young men alongside a quote. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this job,” says Rich, kneeling by a toilet, scrubber in hand. “C’mon, sit down!” says Joe, patting the couch. “There are ballgames on all the time. But how often can we watch the figure skating finals?” And Adrian– what a doll! The picture shows him offering a luscious chocolate raspberry dessert: “Have another piece of cake,” says Adrian. “I don’t like you looking so thin.”
Read this one alone, or better yet, read it with your friends.* Giggling together as a group over this book is a wonderful way to spend a few minutes.
*Your female friends, at any rate. Inexplicably, some male readers don’t find it very funny.
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