If It Was Easy, They'd Call the Whole Damn Thing a Honeymoon: Living with and Loving the TV-Addicted, Sex-Obsessed, Not-So-Handy Man You Married

by Jenna McCarthy

Overview

"Hilarious, smart, and utterly addicting. Watch out, Nora Ephron." -Valerie Frankel

Jenna McCarthy presents an uproarious but insightful peek behind the curtains at the unholy state of matrimony. With ballsy wit and bawdy humor, she explores everything from male domestic idiocy and the frustrating misfires in spousal communication to how to stay true to the peskiest of vows: forsaking all others. Part in-your-face guide, part brutal confession, this book is a must-read manifesto on surviving marriage in an age when everyone seems to live forever and getting a divorce is as easy as ordering a latte.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781101545003
Publisher:	Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:	10/04/2011
Sold by:	Penguin Group
Format:	eBook
Pages:	320
File size:	332 KB
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

Jenna McCarthy is the author of five books, including The Parent Trip: From High Heels and Parties to Highchairs and Potties and Cheers to the New Mom!/Cheers to the New Dad!. A self- confessed social media addict, she blogs regularly for iVillage, Betty Confidential, and many others. She lives in Santa Barbara, California.

Editorial Reviews

In this mixed bag of essays, McCarthy (The Parent Trip: From High Heels and Parties to Highchairs and Potties), shares some of the arguments she’s had with her husband of 13 years. After a particularly nasty one, she posts an online call for stories about the maddening things husbands do. Upon receiving a massive number of impassioned responses, she realizes there’s a book, not a mere blog post, in the making. She writes that marriage is a “wholly unnatural state that’s difficult at times but frequently has several bright spots and is occasionally better than the alternative.” In service to that thesis, McCarthy’s 20 essays veer from commiseration to hilarity to insanity and back again. Readers who are, or have been, coupled will laugh (or cringe) as they recognize themselves in these pages, from her husband’s “Male Pattern Blindness” (inability to find anything in the fridge) to her drama-laden pretravel preparations. She scatters throughout tales of husbandly hideousness, called “At Least You’re Not Married to Him” to “remind us all how good we have it.” While the author refers to statistics or studies here and there, her in-the-trenches tales are the real guts. Readers will likely find it very funny. (Oct.)

Publishers Weekly

McCarthy (The Parent Trip: From High Heels and Parties to Highchairs and Potties, 2008, etc.) wakes up to find she's married to Prince Charming and the Beast all rolled into one. The author delivers a raw, postfeminist take on the domestic fate of women, explaining how the seed for the book was planted after she lobbed a cup of ice at her husband's temple during a disagreement over parenting. Once peace was restored, she asked her blog readers and Facebook friends: "What does your husband…do that drives you nuts?" The idea was to give women a safety valve to let loose their defiant inner bitches and reveal the "irritating behaviors that women who consider themselves ‘happily married' are indeed willing to put up with." The feedback made her "feel infinitely better about my own enchanting Neanderthal." An assortment of gems--e.g., "He blows his nose into the air without a tissue. He says nothing comes out, but sometimes it does"--are lavishly distributed in boldface throughout the book under the heading, "At Least You're Not Married to Him." Chapters include "If It's Broken…Please God Don't Fix It," in which, to save a few bucks, a hubby attempts to make a high chair and runs a circular saw over his hand, resulting in medical bills 10 times the cost of the chair. But McCarthy outshines them all with intimate details men might find exaggerated but women not--e.g., her self-description as "a ravenous nursing cow…balancing a squirming newborn on my post-baby hip while yellowish milk dripped from my nipple." Forget the condom talk, she adds: "This is the image they should show in high school sex ed. classes." Uneven but candid account of how the grass is not always greener in someone else's marriage.

Kirkus Reviews