Sorry for the long absence from posting — apparently my reading ability is slowing down like the rest of me. Anyway, glad to be back, but once again with bad news. I picked up Superstud (Or How I Became a 24-Year-Old Virgin), by Paul Feig. I was drawn in by (a) the cover art, and (b) the fact that Feig was the creator of “Freaks and Geeks“, a tv show that I adored.
This book chronicles Feig’s younger years, particularly his “coming of age” with respect to sexuality, and is pretty much broken up into three parts: (i) his struggles as a young, god-fearing amateur onanist, (ii) his dating history, in which he is horny, afraid, and can’t pull the trigger even when given the opportunity, and (iii) his eventual success at getting over the hump (pun intended). There are some funny bits (like in the final chapter, in which he is finally going to go all the way but can’t figure out where the “entrance” is, wrongly assuming that the entrance should be in the center of the “triangle” he’d seen in Playboy as a youth), but I found the whole thing pretty boring overall. I expected this book to be sidesplittingly funny, but I was by and large disappointed. It just didn’t live up to the hype I had placed on it when I saw it on the shelf at Target.
If you want to read funny stuff about being a teen in the eighties, go back and read How I Paid for College.