The last few days all I see, everywhere I look, is this woman plugging her book, The Year of Yes, about how for one solid year she said yes every single time a guy asked her out. This is the book about the 150 dates she went on, including dates with a homeless guy, lesbians, a date at a strip club, the date with the man she went on to marry, blah, blah, blah...
Hold on. Time out.
An entire industry -- and more than 80% of our popular culture -- has grown up around the idea that women spend every night sitting at home, eating ice cream, waiting for the phone to ring. Or that they gather together in wisecracking, shoe-loving clusters of four and look in vain for suitable suitors.
Every woman I meet, every woman I see, every woman I read asks me to believe that they spend every Friday and Saturday night alone brushing their cats because men won't approach them. That their social lives are a disaster, that they never go out, that they never meet anyone, that they are destined to die alone and unloved.
But this woman got asked out 150 times in one year???
Am I the only one that thinks this is suspicious?