Peter Hyman wants the model/Fulbright Scholar girlfriend, the job with generous stock options and the well-appointed 2BR w/vu. Instead he routinely finds himself single and underemployed in his closet-free walk-up. The last woman he liked got back together with her lesbian lover; the one before that threw up on the first date.
Welcome to the almost hip life of a reluctant metrosexual–a straight man whose tastes are just gay enough. Equal parts cultural anthropologist, amateur sexologist and witty skeptic, Hyman wryly chronicles the promiscuity and perils of modern manhood, whether he’s undergoing a painful Brazilian bikini wax, lurching through a disastrous threesome, or poignantly reflecting on the Scotch-soaked grief of a difficult breakup.
So sit back in your Eames lounger and revel in the good fortune that The Reluctant Metrosexual is not you, it’s him.
Absolutely fucking terrible. The only part of this book that elicited a chuckle was the chapter in which he got BURGLARIZED and I'm sure that was out of pure schaudenfreude. This is type of book for people that love New York, hate Los Angeles, and are from some nowhere town in the Mid-west but always try to pass off as if they've lived in the Lower East Side their entire life.
Um, he's trying too hard. He reminded me of all the semi-executive twenty-something clones I met while living in NYC. The kind you want to throw a drink on.
I plucked 'The Reluctant Metrosexual' off the audio shelf at the library because of it's name. I go on semi regular road trips to visit my daughter at university and I needed something to listen to for the 12 hour drive. The back flap blurb pitched the book as 'hilarious essays about a single guy attempting to live on the right side of hip.' Although I wouldn't use the word 'hilarious' to describe the collection of, what I assume to be, a humor column squeezed into book form, I quite enjoyed the listen. I now know that a metrosexual is a straight man in touch with his feminine side, a Felix Unger from the classic movie, 'The Odd Couple.' There is only so far you can go with delving into the metrosexual lifestyle. Metrosexual=self absorbed.Most of the essays dealt, pleasantly, with Hyman's search for the perfect mate. Several weeks later I find that I have largely forgotten most of it.
I wasn't even through the introduction before I was chuckling out loud at the wit. But the humour soon grew tiresome. Some of the essays were enjoyable, entertaining, but others were not. Reasonably good insights on the meterosexual trend, but DULL musings on unemployment (and I'm unemployed). At the beginning, I thought all his self-depreciative jabs at this (audio)book were in jest, but really, they are reflective of what it actually is: the ramblings of a guy in New York City. It may be interesting from an anthropology research point of view in 50 (or more) years, but right now, not so much. Pick and choose your essays, but don't bother reading this cover to cover.
I picked this up because I listened to the author on The Moth and laughed out loud at his story. Unfortunately, this book just didn't hold my attention or inspire laughter like that Moth story.