Today, we welcome author Rachel Thompson who is promoting her book, Mancode Exposed. Welcome Rachel!
Publisher: Self
Date of publication: November 2011
Men, women, sex, love,
stereotypes. Important world topics like garages, lingerie, and um,
chocolate? It's a melting pot (okay, now you're just getting hungry)...
But
more than that, it's about all the levels in which we
communicate...viewed through Thompson's looking glass of humor and
deconstructed with her special brand of snark.
Thompson
explores controversial questions like: Can we outrun
our DNA? Will we women always be slaves to our
talkative nature (après sex)? Will men never be
free of the chains of emotional withholding? Can we
transfer man's paper towel changing abilities from garage to
kitchen?
Rachel writes:
I write about
the differences between men and women.
Mancode vs.
Chickspeak.
My latest book, The
Mancode: Exposed, focuses specifically on the goofy stuff guys do
and how we chicks react, scratch our heads, and wonder where we placed the guys
we originally hooked up with way back when – ya know, the ones who didn’t burp,
fart, and then expect sex all within the span of a minute.
Like that.
One topic that
has always amused me is the temperature differences between the sexes. I don’t
know about you, but in my family the shemales are always cold, the hewolves always hot.
(The above is
not a euphemism for sex. If you know me at all, you’ll know when I’m talking about sex. Cause I title my essays things
like “The Penis. Deconstructed.”)
It can be forty
degrees out and my husband will have the car window down with his head out the
window, kind of like well, a dog for lack of a better word; while my daughter
and I shiver away, teeth chattering. Not that he notices. He’s too busy barking
at other cars.
It’s not just
the guys though. My mom will play with the temperature gauges like a scientist
conducting an experiment from the second she enters ANY car, twisting and
turning the knobs like a professional. My dad and her friends are all
apparently used to her OCD foible, but not having lived in the same town for
many years, I’d forgotten to warn my guy when he first met her of how oh,
clinically insane she is (love you, mommy) when it came to her need to control
Mother Earth and all its inhabitants.
See, women are
crazy squirrelnuts, too.
Husband and I
play window musical chairs – I’ll be wrapped up shivering in a blanket with my
ice-cold fingers warming around a steaming mug of coffee and he’ll burst into
the room with “Why’s it so hot in here?” and proceed to open every window in
the room. Not to be rude or inconsiderate – I used to think that of course; but
after nineteen years of marriage, it’s now my theory that testosterone makes
men ovens and estrogen makes women icicles.
It’s why we warm
our arctic feet on you.
Darwin, baby.
Only the strong survive.
Thanks for
hosting me, TBR!
Just a quick reminder,
any commenter is eligible for my free Kindle giveaway at the end of my tour
simply by leaving a comment.