Showing posts with label The-Wildcard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The-Wildcard. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 November 2014

#12 - "Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man" by Steve Harvey

How I Learned to Think Like a Man 
(3.4/10)

by The WildCard


(book selected by CaptainCharisma)


Imagine a scenario where you are forced to rank the hosts of the long running American game show, Family Feud, in order of likability. At the top would be the irrepressibly charming Richard Dawson, likely followed by the tragic Ray Combs. The middle spots would naturally be occupied by the unmemorable tenure of Richard Karn and John O’Hurley. Many would argue then, that shameful title of least-likeable host ought to be bestowed on Caucasian fatso Louie Anderson. His whiny delivery and hacky material would certainly make him a solid candidate.  Before reading Steve Harvey’s “Act like a man, think like a lady”, I may have even been inclined to agree.  However, much like 9/11, this book changes everything. 

Most people like me (editor’s note: white liberals) view Harvey as a harmless, folksy gentleman.  Although his Black effect seems slightly forced, and his performances are oddly reminiscent of an old-timey minstrel show, he comes off as largely genuine and warm.  However, the views he expresses in Act Like a Man are much more insidious, perpetuating tired and outdated gender norms and racial stereotypes.  His central thesis is that men are inherently simple and unable to properly care for a woman until the man has adequately addressed who he is, what he does, and how much he makes. 

The book is chocked full of irritating macho platitudes.  A true man needs to be “number one”, and “we have to be able to flaunt it”.  Men are responsible for providing monetarily for a women’s needs, because after all, “this is man business baby.  It’s how we do”.  Harvey advocates for men to be domineering in relationships, because “there is not a real man living who will not protect what is his.  It’s about respect”.  He illustrates this with an amusing anecdote about threatening to kill everyone aboard a chartered boat if anything were to happen to his wife during a SCUBA dive.  When it comes to connecting with a partner, “the emotional stuff - the talking, the cuddling, the holding hands, and bonding, that’s y’alls thing”.  Cheating is to be expected, because “you can’t be a man of power and not step outside your house”. 

 But wait a second; maybe Harvey has it (mostly) right.  Maybe he’s the last real man, unafraid to stand up to the constant erosion of gender norms by America’s pussy-assed relativist progressives.  There are certainly areas where Harvey and I agree.  A man can love his partner and still get some on the side without a second thought.  Harvey correctly argues that men generally approach women with the express intention of sleeping with them.  His homespun wisdom that “men cannot stand women who are not clean” also rings true.  I can’t completely agree that “being a girl is a lost art form”, but I appreciate where Harvey’s coming from. 

Harvey’s credibility takes a savage beating though in Chapter 11: The Ninety-Day Rule.  Is Harvey playing with a full deck?  Maybe not, but it doesn’t matter because his deck is different than any you’ve ever played with.  You start to realize that his perspective is completely alien to your own and most other people you associate with socially.  As you may have guessed, the ninety-day rule refers to the suggested waiting period before engaging in intercourse.  Won’t any reasonable man bail long before his 3 month sentence is served?  Not so, as long as you follow Harvey’s list of suggested date ideas:


  • Go to church together
  • Spend an evening playing arcade games
  • Volunteer together
  • Play a board game
  • Do something silly, like build a sandcastle at the beach

Three months of sandcastle building with nothing to show for it sounds like some sort of horrible purgatory.  Harvey is either being disingenuous or foolish, as I cannot imagine he has ever waited the prescribed waiting period in any of his relationships. 

In the end, it might be a bit much to expect solid relationship counseling from a man on his third marriage.   That the book’s target demographic (black women) is fairly far removed from my own background also makes it difficult to be overly critical.  Still, the book ranks among Day Bang as an overtly offensive attempt at relationship advice.  Steve Harvey truly is the least likable Family Feud host.  



11/11/2014


Monday, 13 October 2014

#8 "Wrestling the Hulk: My Life Against the Ropes" by Linda Hogan

Hulk Hogan's Titties - and other sordid details (3.9/10)

by The Wildcard

(book selected by Beau Dashington)



The task of being a Piece of Shit Book Club reviewer is no mean feat.  From true-life manamal romance to historical anti-Semitic diatribes, our saintly group of distinguished bibliophiles are on the frontlines of the literary shit war, saving the masses from the tyranny of lousy books.  So when the selection committee tapped me to review Linda Hogan’s memoirs Wrestling the Hulk, I was both pleased and excited.  For the uninitiated, Hogan is ex-wife of Terry Gene Bollea, the 12-time World Champion Wrestler, better known as Hulk Hogan.  Having been something of a Hulkamaniac in my youth, I relished the opportunity to take a little peak into the private life of this impressive American legend. 

The esteemed readers of PSBC are no doubt completely uninterested in a tawdry retelling of the Hogans’ intimate dalliances, so let us first dispatch with this odious task so we may quickly move on to more compelling aspects of the book.  Hulk is an extremely smooth operator.  Hulk consummated the relationship with his future ex-wife on their first date.  Says Linda “how many people can say they fucked a giant?”  Later, Linda recounts a humourous anecdote concerning the couple’s second sexual liaison in a hotel in Denver, Co.  Post coitus, the two notice a brown gooey substance all over the sheets, prompting a round of mutual poo incriminations.  Fortunately, when Hulk “Hulked up” and tastes the stain (!?!), he discovers it was only chocolate. 

Linda informs us that when Hulk returned home after being on the road, he often enjoyed receiving oral, along with a “quick fuck”.  As their marriage began to crumble, Hulk allegedly developed a penchant for adult pornography, watching it every night before bed.  During this period, Hulk is said to be distant, less interested in intercourse, and instead more demanding of dick blow jobs.  In cases where the Hulk’s ravenous sexual desires were not fulfilled to his requirements, Linda claims that he would “would get pissed off… curse at me, stomp his feet, and go sleep in the other bed room”.    

Quite honestly, the book reads like the narcissistic deposition transcripts from the divorce proceedings of an extremely bitter and scorned divorcee.   Linda, the endless martyr, takes credit for everything and responsibility for nothing.  Linda, “the only [wresting] wife who travelled to every city” with her man, claims to have devised the Hulk’s signature shredded T-shirt look.  She modestly takes credit for “changing the image of how people perceived wresting and the wrestlers outside the ring”.  Heroically, she managed to run an entire household of one husband and two children with only one housekeeper but no nanny.  Says Linda “I am one of those women who do too much.  I’m like a camel: just load me up”. 

Fans of Hulk will be disappointed to learn that he is actually a pretty bad person.  In a bullet-point list, Linda accuses Hulk of being “abusive, controlling, selfish, demeaning, disrespectful, not trustworthy, unfaithful, liar, childish, noncommunicative, user, dependent, depressive, manipulative, plotting, secretive, self-centered, conceited, gloating, calculating, insecure, sex addict, violent, sneaky, unhappy, cheater, backstabber, rude, delusional, victimizer, self-consumed, insensitive, on edge, negative, fear of change, possessive, brainwasher, antagonistic, no morals, no sense of family”.  Hulk associates with miscreants, such as fellow wrestler Brutas “The Barber” Beefcake, “a man who should be dead by now”. 

Towards the end of their marriage, the Hogans’ son, Nick, becomes involved in a terrible car accident, seriously injuring a passenger, while landing Nick in prison.  Responsibility for this incident is pinned on Hulk.  Possibly a result of his manipulative brainwashing?  During this time, the Hogans’ daughter, Brooke, unsuccessfully pursues a successful music career.   Unfortunately, Hulk is instrumental (pun intended) in the failure of this endeavor.    The how and why are irrelevant.  However, fear not fair readers, our story has a happy ending.  After a messy divorce, we learn that Linda finds love and meaning with a 19 year old surfer, Charley.  A relationship that “made news and changed history”.   


The book is a petty and poorly written piece that lays bare the superficial trappings of modern American celebrity culture and lifestyle.  There are endless references to tanning or being tanned, but seemingly instrumental characters in Hulk’s life, such as Macho Man Randy Savage, Miss Elizabeth and Captain Lou Albano, go unmentioned.  Similarly, the record is completely silent regarding the proportions of Hulks member.  Does it appear diminutive compared to otherwise massive proportions, or is it similarly Hulk-sized?  It seems we'll never know.  On an unrelated note, this Hulkamaniac did not get any erections while reading this book. 


13/10/2014