by Roy Street
Writing books that are read primarily by women isn’t always easy when you’re a guy with an alpha male ego. It’s a little like sneaking into the Women’s locker room in drag, then revealing your true identity with a limp smile. Notice I said limp smile.
Truth is, I like observing women. Uh, yeah. What guy doesn’t? But what I mean is as a writer I find them entertaining, especially the way they talk.
Deborah Tannen, the arch guru of male-female communication, says that women use conversation as a means of gaining closesness and connection, but for men talking is about negotiating status.
Status, huh? Is that true?
So I asked myself — what is being male actually about? What deep concerns weigh most heavily in the back of our minds?
I embarked on what would become a long, tireless journey that took me from the hottest nightclubs of Manhattan to the transcendent mountains of Tibet. Based on intense research and ancient translations dating back thousands of years I was determined to find some link within the cultural gene pool of early man and those of today.
Years later, my quest completed, I engraved my findings onto a clay tablet in a tribute to the Sumerian goddess of love and prosperity. If you were to clasp that tablet in your hands, these are the words you’d gaze upon . . .
Am I boinking enough booty? Am I kicking ass?
Oh, well . . .
Got an opinion on the subject?
I want to hear it.