Never have I ever thought that I could DNF a 40-paged book. I fcking hate how sexist this is; I should have expected this, after all, the 1930s isn't that progressive.
I purchased this book at a thrift shop for $1 on impulse at the checkout counter. I thought, in my haste that, being from the 1930s, it might be interesting to see what the mindset and advice was back then. I thought it might even be humorous.
Instead I found the book so offensive I can't fathom doing anything more with it other than burning it so that at least one copy is no longer in circulation. There wasn't anything I found humorous, and there wasn't anything about the book that I could just pass off as nothing more than outdated thinking.
Maybe because sexist viewpoints and sexual violence still exist, or I personally might be overly sensitive. However, there simply are cues given in this book that are not ok. I don't even want to offer examples, while I understand it might be helpful to understand why some of us hate this book.
I do wonder simultaneously if the book is intended as a joke. I'm not sure Ramirez is anything but a pen name -- because with the internet as it is today it should be feasible to dig up some information about the author. And the supposed publishing company, Accoutrements Publishing Co., isn't one I can find information on either.
In addition, certain suggestions are also quite absurd -- like the types of kisses. Either way, be it a complete farce or meant in all seriousness ... I'm still trashing my copy.
I'm a pretty progressive guy, but there's a part of me that longs for the art of kissing from the 1930s.
This book is not long enough, but it gets its point across: kisses only make sense when you're emotionally invested, your partner's pleasure is your pleasure, and take your time. Linger. Tease. Love.