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Wild Girls Club: Tales from Below the Belt

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This book was more disappointing than it was entertaining. Radakovich seems to have good writing and observational skills, but neither are put to particularly good use here. Instead we're given the literary equivalent of a child trying to impress the kids on the playground by talking dirty. A lot. It wasn't shocking, it wasn't artsy; it just got boring.

If you're looking for sexy female humor read Cynthia Heimel's "Sex Tips for Girls" instead. It's much more satisfying.

One of my friends best describes Anka as "A woman who gets a lot of play and then writes about it badly." I became so bored with this book that I only made if halfway through, then picked it up a month later thinking that I should finish what I start. Needless to say, I was very disappointed with her "wild" stories and descriptions of sexpolitations. She writes like a gossipy girl trying to shock the reader with her "crazy" tales, her extensive knowledge of the male anatomy and psyche, and ability to talk graphically about sex with anyone she meets on the street. If she is truly that daring, perhaps she should be on television, where her personality can be more appreciated than it can in a poorly written book.

At last, a rare sex-in-the-nineties book that'll intrigue the wild girls *and* thrill the guys who get excited reading about them. From aphrodesiacs to condoms, from dating services to paying for sex, Anka explains it all for you--she's an unembarassedly sexually-forward author who happens to have not only a great sense of humour but also of the erotic and the outrageously silly. Whether you're a wild girl or a timid one, or the typical male reader of "Details" who supposedly "reads it for the articles," this is a flashy, funny, and arousing wild ride through the politics of the bedroom (and bathroom, and living room, and kitchen table, and back seats of cabs).

Sex is like money -- those who have it don't talk about it. The stuff she describes is like naked gymnastics -- no connection, not even fun -- just another forum for her catastrophic narcissism. DISCLOSURE -- one of the men she wrote about in her columns is a good friend of mine. He went on a blind date with her in good faith (his taste in reading runs more to Descartes than Details, so he had no idea who she was). Months later he found out that some magazine writer had written an article that sounded a lot like the date he had described. He found Details . . . and read her description of their date, how nice he was, how smart and interesting. "Too bad he was so damned ugly -- I could have had sex with him if he were willing to wear a bag on his head." We have a word for a man who would write this sort of thing about a woman. The same word applies to a woman who would do it about a man -- pig.

I picked up this book and before I knew it I had read the whole thing. There's a laugh out loud every page. She's insightful, down-and-dirty, and she's basically giving useful tips to men, just like in her magazine column.

Nothing in or about this book suggests that one should take it for more than it is: a collection of short and amusing stories and observations. After all, the stories were originally written for a column in a magazine and that form already has it's own rules and limitations, depending on the profile of the magazine, the target audience, the space available and what have you. If I'm ever fortunate to meet Anka in person, I might want to "test" her opinions on some issues because it might be fun. Bachelor flats, for example. I don't necessarily agree that "the bachelor pad is the anthropomorphized Bermuda Triangle of the single guy's psyche, a masculine environment where women are encouraged to stay for only one reason" or that they generally "fall into two distinct categories: the superslick pad and the superslob pad" as I'd see no reason to arrange my own (bachelor) apartment with intention to make it more cosy and accommodating to anyone else but me. And I am certain that if a woman feels good and comfortable in my company, she will feel the same way in my apartment, because it really is a reflection of my personality. But, exaggeration is a legitimate method in humour.

So, why not just relax and see if Anka's humour corresponds to you. To me it does. Anka is (somewhat) opinionated, witty and funny. What I remember most about this book is her definition (the best!) of clitoris ("it's the tiny pink button that doesn't kiss back but really likes you") and occasional tips to women or men, whose validity I recognize, such as her advice to women that when it comes to sex, they should treat men more like objects (it probably sounds controversial, but sex, as an ultimate expression of intimacy, really should not be inhibitive, and this advice helps. I think. As a man.)

if you want to read some witty, real and funny talk about what women really think about men (the book reads like the fun sex column she wrote for Details, before Sex & The City was on the air)you'll love this book. She tackles everything from men's apartments to what they say in bed to what ... about breaking up. Although it's obvious that she adores men, she can't help but poke fun of them in an affectionate way. All of my girlfriends love this book!!

"The Wild Girls Club" is nothing short of a masterpiece. Ms. Radakovich explores many aspects of sexuality with non-stop humor and brilliance that is nearly always right on the mark. Her comparisons of men and women, frank discussions about genitalia, relationships, contraception devices, camcording (my favourite), getting fired, drugs, description of the Details Magazine "Win a Date with Anka" (from dream date to worst nightmare) among other subjects make this book a must have for any male or female who has, or ever will have SEX (most of us)...The book also features entertaining interviews with (also brilliant) John Waters, Fred Schneider (B-52's), Tom Jones, among others, which keep me laughing for hours. Radakovich's humorous personality shines in full force throughout the entire book, which also contains several pictures of the georgous author. I am anxiously awaiting her next offering which supposedly will cum out this year...

One of the funniest books I've read in a long time. Ms. Radakovich is willing to try just about anything to educate her readers, and all of her experiences are laugh-out-loud funny.

"Wild" is not how I would describe this bunch of immature, self-involved girls who don't know the first thing about sex -- let alone wild sex. And this point becomes all too clear when Anka remarks in her book that after a man performs cunnilingus on her she would prefer a handshake to a kiss. Now that's not very "wild", is it? Sounds more like a chaste line from "The Rules". I would suggest to anyone considering this book to also consider what it would be like to be *wildly* bored for the three or four hours it would take to leaf through The Wild Girls Club.