Julie Klausner's candid and funny debut I Don't Care About Your Band sheds light on the humiliations we endure to find love--and the lessons that can be culled from the wreckage. I Don't Care About Your Band posits that lately the worst guys to date are the ones who seem sensitive. It's the jerks in nice guy clothing, not the players in Ed Hardy, who break the hearts of modern girls who grew up in the shadow of feminism, thinking they could have everything, but end up compromising constantly. The cowards, the kidults, the critics, and the contenders: these are the stars of Klausner's memoir about how hard it is to find a man--good or otherwise--when you're a cynical grown-up exiled in the dregs of Guyville.
Promising start, lost steam quick. This was one that I had heard good things about a few years back, came upon a copy while I was used-book shopping so I thought I would finally try it out. I tend to love "what I learned from my disasterous dating life" kind of books -- and I love the snarky title! -- so I thought this was bound to be a good time. It started out alright, some mildly funny bits at first, but maybe her comedic style is the kind I can only take in small doses. It seemed like a few chapters in her stories were starting to sound repetitive and wore a little thin on me after awhile.