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He: An Irreverent Look at the American Male
In this book men can discover what it is they do that makes women furious. Author thinks that "Men are the funniest things since silly putty" Witty chapters include ruminations on The Liberated Man, The Misogynist, The Simplistic Man, and The Masterpiece Theater Man.
- GenresHumorNonfiction
Hardcover
First published January 1, 1978
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About the author
Florence King
20 books61 followersBorn in Washington, D.C. in 1936 to a bookish British father and a tomboy American mother, Florence King spent her childhood living with her parents, her maternal grandmother, and her grandmother's maid.
King showed talent in French, but unable to pursue it as a major at American University, she switched to a dual major of history and English. She attended the University of Mississippi for graduate school, but did not complete her M.A. degree after discovering she could make a living as a writer.
King, who lived in Fredericksburg, Virginia at the time of her death, retired in 2002, but resumed writing a monthly column for National Review in 2006. She died on January 6, 2016 at the age of 80.
King showed talent in French, but unable to pursue it as a major at American University, she switched to a dual major of history and English. She attended the University of Mississippi for graduate school, but did not complete her M.A. degree after discovering she could make a living as a writer.
King, who lived in Fredericksburg, Virginia at the time of her death, retired in 2002, but resumed writing a monthly column for National Review in 2006. She died on January 6, 2016 at the age of 80.
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January 25, 2020
Aside from being misanthropically rightwing, this text is completely contingent upon various untenable principles of differentiation (sex, gender, & sequellae).
Something like a theophrastian typology here, perhaps corrupted by cynical wit, but deploying then-current stock character stereotypes regarding ‘American [sic] males [sic].’
Instability in its deployment of ‘class,’ which does not appear to turn upon the well-known theories (Marx, Weber, Durkheim), but is rather a vague and conceptually weak term of opprobrium, lacking rigor. Some silly commentary on ‘feminism’ as author apparently understood it, or rather misunderstood it.
That said, comical at times, such as when describing sex & dating:
Recommended for those who read Henry James when horny, readers scared to death of semen, and misogynists with an inability to bring off a bawdy remark with elan and affection.
Something like a theophrastian typology here, perhaps corrupted by cynical wit, but deploying then-current stock character stereotypes regarding ‘American [sic] males [sic].’
Instability in its deployment of ‘class,’ which does not appear to turn upon the well-known theories (Marx, Weber, Durkheim), but is rather a vague and conceptually weak term of opprobrium, lacking rigor. Some silly commentary on ‘feminism’ as author apparently understood it, or rather misunderstood it.
That said, comical at times, such as when describing sex & dating:
With a talent for partitioning unrivaled since the Congress of Vienna, the fifties coed divided herself into a rigidly classified set of love-play areas known as Above the Waist, Below the Waist, There, and that ultimate form of petting called Inside Me. To make matters even more complicated, there were the subcategories of Over the Clothes, Under the Clothes, Naked in the Front Seat, and Naked in the Back Seat. (14)Very complicated indeed, considering the generalized subcategory in my experience has by contrast been let’s fuck.
Recommended for those who read Henry James when horny, readers scared to death of semen, and misogynists with an inability to bring off a bawdy remark with elan and affection.
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