I Hate People

I love reading books written in the 1970’s and earlier, which feature a rough and rugged “man’s man” type character. He’s the type of guy who is so charming that women are not only willing to overlook his sexist remarks, rampant misogyny, and even mild physical abuse; they actually get off on it. I’m talking crazy lady boners.

I’m partially through The Mediterranean Caper, a book by Clive Cussler, featuring his trademark character Dirk Pitt. In more recent books Dirk’s womanizing ways have been toned down a bit, but this particular story was written in the ‘73 and features the following heartwarming encounter:

Dirk is on a beach in the early morning when he meets a woman. After a thorough description of her long elegant legs, supple breasts, and taut backside, Dirk begins to chat her up. What starts out as nonchalant flirting quickly snowballs into this woman, who he has just met, bearing her soul and telling Dirk about her dead husband who she is still mourning after 8 years. He responds to this outpouring of emotions by slapping her across the face and saying “you needed that”. He goes on to tell her, and I’m paraphrasing here, that a beautiful woman like herself shouldn’t waste her life mourning a man when she could be having sex on a beach with men like Dirk Pitt. Any guesses on what she does next? If you said “has sex on a beach with Dirk Pitt”, you’re absolutely right … classic.

When I see pictures of authors who write cheap erotic fiction, my reaction is always, “mmh, makes sense”. Case in point, the chick which wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey looked exactly as I expected.