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The Not-So-Silent Passage: How to Manage Your Man's Menopause

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Yet another example of the subtle male-bashing pervading our culture. Yes, there is a male-menopause but it's not humorous, any more than the female version is humerous. There's some good information in here but it is swept away by the derogatory undertones. -sc

Someone brought this book into work, and the women and men in the office were reading sections to each other and laughing out loud. Even as a middle-aged man, the target of much of the humor, I couldn't help but laugh at how dead-on so much of it was. I don't know how anyone could not find this book funny. And any man able to laugh at himself has got to laugh at this. The "Map of a Man's Brain" alone is worth the cover price. I really don't understand why this book didn't get more attention.

I sure can't speak for the other readers here, but I sure laughed while reading this book ... a lot. Solimini has a nice touch and shows a deft command of a variety of subjects, even though the book is supposed to concentrate on male menopause. Unexpected punchlines always get me, like this one on Senator Bob Packwood: "His self-deluded jottings about stealing kisses, trying different hairstyles and tuning out boring lectures sounded oddly familiar. If Packwood hadn't mentioned Phil Gramm, you'd swear the journals were written by Gidget." Now, anyone comparing Packwood to Gidget obviously has a pretty good command of her material. The target audience for this book obviously is a little, shall we say, limited. I wouldn't buy it for someone whose husband just left her because Meg Ryan left a message to call her (even if the message turns out to be from Peg Ryan, his urologist's appointment secretary). And a few men probably have too much pride to open the front cover. ("A book on male menopause. Why would I need that, ho, ho, ho?") But those that do open the book and actually read it, I think, will enjoy it.

This is female version of HOWARD STERN humor. While some of the humor was amusing and even on target, continuous overkill detracted from its readability. Ninety-three pages was more than enough. I threw it away rather than give it to my best male-bashing buddy.