CALLING VS. TEXTING
"A phone call? The WORST."
- Female Focus Group Participant
"If you want to talk to me, you're going to have to call me."
- Another Female Focus Group Participant
[Dumbfounded]
- Every Guy in That Focus Group
The issue of calling versus texting generated a wide variety of responses in our focus groups. Generally, younger dudes were FUCKING TERRIFIED of calling someone on a phone. This didn't surprise me that much, but I was surprised that younger women also expressed terror at the thought of a traditional phone call. "Phone calls suck and they give me anxiety," said one twenty-four-year-old woman. "Since texting started, an actual phone call feels like an emergency," said another. Other girls thought it was just too forward for someone to call as the first move and said that a text would be more appropriate in general.
However, other women said receiving a phone call from a guy showed he had confidence and helped separate those men from the pack of generic "Hey wsup" texts that normally flood their messaging programs. To these women, the guys who call seem brave and mature. The phone conversations helped create a rapport that made them feel comfortable and safe enough to go out with a person they didn't know all that well.
A woman who came to one of our focus groups discussed how she got so fed up with text messaging that she cut of her texting service and could only be reached by phone calls. This woman never went on a date with a man again. No, she actually started dating someone soon afterward. She also claimed the guys who did work up the courage to call her were a better caliber of man and that she was, in effect, able to weed out a lot of the bozos.
But with some women who loved phone calls, things weren't that simple. In a rather inconvenient twist for would-be suitors, many said they loved phone calls - but had no interest in answering. "I often don't answer, but I like receiving them," said one woman, who seemed oblivious to how ridiculous this statement sounded.
For this group, voice mails provided a screening system of sorts. When they explained this, it made sense to me. If the message was from someone they'd met briefly at a bar, it let them hear the guy's voice and made it easier to sort out the creeps. One girl raved about a nice voice mail a guy had recently left her. I kindly requested she play it and heard this gem: "Hey, Lydia. It's Sam. Just calling to say what's up. Gimme a ring when you get a chance."
THAT WAS IT.
I pleaded to know what was so great about this. She sweetly recalled that "he remembered my name, he said hi, and he told me to call him back."
Never mind the fact that what she described was the content of LITERALLY EVERY VOICE MAIL IN HISTORY. Name, hello, please call back. Not really a boatload of charm on display. To fail this test, a guy would have to leave a message that said: "No greeting. This is a man. I don't remember you. End communication." pg. 40
Okay, first things first. I'm not here to judge Ansari as a human being, just review his book. It's not my place to judge the living and the dead. That being said, I want to state that I can't think of Ansari without being mildly sick to my stomach. Before I had absolutely zero feelings about Ansari whether positive or negative, and now thinking about him makes me slightly nauseous. I don't want to get in an argument with anyone, but let's just say I believe “Grace” 100%. Whether you think “Grace” was right or wrong to tell babe what happened, whether you think babe was right or wrong in pursuing the story, whether you think what Ansari did was just “a bad date” or “being a cad” and it doesn't bug you that much, or if – like me – it makes you sick – doesn't matter. I simply want to make it clear that although I would love to say I completely was able to separate Ansari's actions from his book, I was not able to do so.
I think especially jarring in the case with Ansari is that he seemed (in the book) to be sympathetic to women and understanding of women and not like someone who would pressure you into giving him a blowjob and shove his fingers in your mouth. I mean, he LITERALLY wrote a book on dating in which he explains to men that they should be kind to women. It's not like he wrote a detective novel, or something.
On to the book.
The book is surprisingly sociological and based on some form of research. I thought it would merely be a comedic observation on modern dating life. But no, Ansari involved scientists and researchers and did some studies. One might have to put the word studies in quotes, but nevertheless.
The book is also beautiful with full color illustrations and great use of charts, graphs, and other fun colorful additions to the book. Very lovely book visually. Stunning.
Ansari was pretty funny. I would say about half of his jokes landed. Since he makes a ton of jokes, that is a pretty good ratio. I laughed out loud a lot. This is a genuinely funny book.
This also made me realize: The only thing sadder than holding the record for longest masturbation is realizing you lost it to someone else.
"Sorry, man, he just jerked off for a few minutes longer. Better luck next year."
None of the news articles that described the lack of interest in sex in Japan really delved into this whole world of strange sexual alternatives, and when you learn about it, it does kind of explain the alleged "lack of interest" in sex. The herbivore sector is interested in sexual pleasure but just not interested in achieving it through traditional routes. In their eyes, it seems, if you're so mortified at the thought of rejection by a woman, why not just jerk off in an egg and call it a day?
At this point you are probably wondering: What was my top meal in Tokyo? Well, it's tough to say. I really enjoyed Sushisho Masa, a high-end sushi restaurant. However, I also really enjoyed the tasty tempura I had from the working-class vendors in Tsukiji Market. And of course there was the ramen.
To be honest, the food scene in Tokyo was way easier to understand than the singles scene. It's hard to figure out why sex and relationships have changed so dramatically, so quickly, and why so many people have turned inward - staying home alone, playing video games, or hanging out in cat cafés - rather than reaching out for one another.
On my last night in Tokyo, I decided to keep an open mind and buy a Tenga. Every stage of it was a bummer. I went into a convenience store and had to say, "Do you guys have Tengas?" The lady gave me a sad look and pointed me in the right direction. As I paid, I smiled and said, "Research for a book project!" It didn't seem to convince her that I was cool. Instead, she's probably convinced I'm doing some very bizarre book called Masturbating Across the Globe: One Man's Journey to Find Himself.
When I got back to my hotel room, I opened the thing up and gave it a go. I was kind of excited to see if it really was masturbation taken to the next level. Masturbation at the current level feels pretty good, so maybe this wouldn't be bad? Again, no. The experience of using an egg-shaped masturbation device was both odd and uncomfortable. The thing you put your thing into was cold and weird. It felt like I was masturbating with a thick, cold condom on, and I didn't understand the appeal. pg. 170
I've never been on a dating site or had a dating app on my phone, so I can't relate to some of the scenarios Ansari is talking about.
I think Ansari makes some wonderful points. I especially like his examination of dating cultures in different generations in the U.S. and his analysis of dating in different cultures (French, Japanese, etc.). He talks a lot about technology and how it has affected the dating scene.
GRAMMAR/SPELLING
In any interviews we did, whenever bad grammar or spelling popped up, it was an immediate and major turn-off. Women seemed to view it as a clear indicator that a dude was a bozo. Let's say you are a handsome, charming stud who really made a great first impression. If your first text is "Hey we shud hang out sumtimez," you may just destroy any goodwill you have built up.
On our subreddit we were told a story about a man who was dating a spectacular woman but eventually broke up with her. He said it went downhill once he texted her asking if she had heard about a party at a mutual friend's house. Her response was "Hoo?" Not "Who," but "Hoo." He kept trying to force the word "who" into conversation to make sure this beautiful woman could spell a simple three-letter word. Every time, she spelled it "hoo." He said it ruined everything. (NOTE: We did confirm that this was a woman and not an owl.) pg. 53
As a book I would rate this as a four or a five. The last half of the book was particularly stellar. I found Ansari to be funny and insightful. The only points I would take off FOR THE BOOK is that it is pretty male-centered and focuses on male thoughts and actions. I understand, Ansari is a male, but as a woman reading it I was wondering where the women fit in as agents and self-realized people. Women are presented as pretty passive. Men are agents. Men perform actions. Women respond to the actions, either negatively or positively. Ansari doesn't seem to understand or account for women who are acting as agents. Men approach women. Men call/text/message women. Men ask women on dates. Women respond favorably or unfavorably. Men try to get women into bed. Men try to get laid. Sometimes they are successful, sometimes they aren't. Women are presented in this book as being recipients. Or objects which forces (men) act upon. While Ansari is presenting men with a positive message of "be kind to women, treat women as human, treat women as humans first and sexual conquests second" - my main point here is that he seems unable to fathom or grasp that women might be the forces acting upon (male) objects. This never comes up because it honestly never occurs to Ansari.
Whether or not you take issue with this is your own concern. I'm merely pointing out that this is how the book is written.
There's also some mild, minor fat-shaming in the book. It's not OVERARCHING, but it's there.
One other thing the book does brilliantly IMO is present men as flawed, real, insecure and anxious people who care about romantic relationships and worry about their interactions with women. The media tries to brainwash you into thinking men are slavering beasts only interested in one thing - sexual satisfaction for themselves. The media allows little room for stuff like "men would like to have a long-term partner they are loyal to" or "men would like to get married and have a wife they are loyal to" or "men would like to raise a family" or "men can be hurt by women in an emotional or psychological way." Instead, men are presented as some sort of unfeeling beasts who seek rutting above all else. Needless to say this is doing neither men nor women any favors. Ansari talks about men as people with feelings and emotions and human desires. It's refreshing.
TL;DR
IN CONTEXT, some of this book is violently jarring. Hearing Ansari spout off against “douche monsters” and talk about how men should act (respectful of women, not like 'bozos,' aware of women's needs, fears, and wants) is wildly ironic when you think about the babe article. I wish I could tell you that I was able to completely divorce what Ansari was writing from revelations of how he acted with “Grace” behind closed doors, but I cannot. Given the subject material it is especially hard. YMMV. I don't know who you are or what you think about the babe article, perhaps it will make no difference to you. To me, it makes a big impact on reading his work and thinking about him as a person.
The book was a great book and made me laugh a lot. I have never seen Ansari on screen, I have never seen his stand-up in any form, this and the babe article (and the dozens of analyses of said article) are my only exposure to this author.
I'm sure a lot of people wish I had reviewed the book with no reference or mention to the babe article, but to me that is just not a possibility. If you know me, you know I can't ignore it. Feel free to hash anything out in the comments. Like I said, it's not my place to judge the living and the dead but I can't pretend I have no idea what's going on. He wrote a non-fiction book about dating, for fuck's sake.
Unrelated to the babe article, Ansari is obviously super-interested in dating, women, and the singles scene. He also has a kind of childish, baby-talk thing going on that I'm sure IRL might annoy some people. He's funny enough that you almost don't notice it, but it's there.
Hesitated to read the book. Hesitated to write a review on it. But here it is. *shrug*
At certain times, though, this "I need the best" mentality can be debilitating. I wish I could just eat somewhere that looks good and be happy with my choice. But I can't. The problem is that I know somewhere there is a perfect meal for me and I have to do however much research I can to find it.
That's the thing about the Internet: It doesn't simply help us find the best thing out there; it has helped to produce the idea that there IS a best thing and, if we search hard enough, we can find it. And in turn there are a whole bunch of inferior things that we'd be foolish to choose.
Here's a quick list of things I can think of that I've spent at least five to ten minutes researching:
- Electric citrus juicer (Waiting on this one to arrive in the mail. Hope I didn't fuck it up. Don't want too much pulp in my juice!)
- Taxidermy (I started off looking for a deer or bear, but I ended up finding a beautiful penguin in Paris. His name is Winston.)
- Which prestigious TV drama to binge-watch next (The Americans, House of Cards, or Orphan Black? The answer: I watched all of them while telling my publisher I was writing this book.)
- Bag for my laptop
- Protective case for my laptop
- Internet-blocking program so I can stop using my laptop so much
- Museums (Gotta peep the exhibits online before I commit to driving all the way out there, right?)
- Coasters (If you dig deep, you can find some dope coasters with dinosaurs on them!)
- Vanilla ice cream (Had to step it up from Breyers, and there's a LOT of debate in the ice cream fan community - there are fierce debates on those message boards.)
It's not just me, though. I may take things to extremes sometimes, but we live in a culture that tells us we want and deserve the overwhelming popularity of websites that are dedicated to our pursuit of the best things available. Yelp for restaurants. TripAdvisor for travel. Rotten Tomatoes and Metacritic for movies.
A few decades ago, if I wanted to research vanilla ice cream, what would I have even done? Cold-approach chubby guys and then slowly steer the convo toward ice cream to get their take? No, thanks.
Nowadays the Internet is my chubby friend. It is the whole world's chubby friend. pg. 126