When it comes to her relationship history, Nancy Jo Sales is an open book
Here too, Sales joins the Hunter S. Thompson School of Gonzo Journalism, combining his rich reporting with his own stories of dating apps. She recounts adventures that she emphasizes as signs of her romantic nature, but many readers might perceive it differently. There’s a lot of anonymous dating, which Sales writes sometimes hilariously and sometimes erotically (she has a knack for sex scenes, not a small thing). Her cornerstone throughout the book is Abel, a mid-20s hipster she met on an app. Raven, nervous, with a nebulous construction job for a fashion company, he spends the three years of their “situation” drinking, smoking, disappearing, having nothing to say, asking for money and being great in bed. . He reminds me of the character of Pete Davidson in Chad on “Saturday Night Live”: a pleasant and horny doofus with no noticeable personality that everyone still inexplicably falls in love with. Only on “SNL”, it’s the joke: Chad is just a slightly attractive tattooed dude that anyone can project their fantasies onto. But for Sales, in his mid-fifties, it’s no joke. Abel appears to be the true honest love to God of his life.
Sales constantly denounce the price women pay for loving sex and wanting a lot of it. At the same time, she laments the lack of real connection and romance. After indicating in her profile that she was interested in casual sex, she was inundated with X-rated photos and movies. His conclusion: “Exercising your sexual independence by expressing your desire for an informal meeting through the use of this technology could actually lead to After sexist behavior of men, many of whom would see an opportunity to treat you like an object. The problem seemed to be that “women’s sexual liberation is far greater than that of most heterosexual men; they haven’t caught up.
Here is another way of looking at it. Advertising for casual sex can mean that people who respond are looking – wait – for casual sex. Your Katharine Hepburn is less likely to find Spencer Tracy than Matt Gaetz. Likewise, sales criticize the companies that produce these apps for not taking the threat of sexual assault seriously, even though apps like Tinder have invested in the equivalent of ‘panic buttons’, where you can alert the police. in case you find yourself in a difficult situation. situation. She seems outraged that we live in a culture where you can’t enjoy risk-free dating with strangers without fear of getting hurt, and PS, don’t dare to shame me for wanting that.
Not at all. But I kept thinking: choose a path. Have sex with relationships, enjoy the thrill, but accept that there is a risk, both emotionally and physically. There is misogyny in abundance. There is also misandry. Look at human nature, where people can be mean to each other and free from gender bias. In his interviews, Sales takes women’s complaints to heart, but not those of men. Women who want casual sex are free spirits; men who want casual sex are bastards. Women who want real relationships get ripped off. And the men who want them… where are they? Virtually nonexistent here.
Sales get props so as not to whitewash the story. After an ending with Abel that is both utterly predictable (for everyone except Dirty) and depressing, she pivots to focus on the joy of spending more time with her daughter, Zazie – “my true love. life ”- a wise and loving daughter who Sales chose to have as a single mother. I loved Zazie. You too.