To this I say puh-leze: have you ever read anything from the Men's Lit market?
There are two choices, mostly from one primary author:
1. Boring jargon that reads like a submarine tech manual.
2. Ridiculous clichéd adventure novels.
It is the second which we shall lampoon today. If you're a guy, or if you know a guy, you are most likely familiar with the author who is the biggest offender. I shall spare him the shame of mention here. (His name rhymes with Hive Bussler.)
This is what happens in all the books: Handsome, reserved man embarks on adventure, often requiring a yacht and at least one badass motorcycle ride. The man is too closed off to commit, yet the women can't resist him, so he has lots of sex, and leaves the women pining over his manly, departing form. And luckily, this (these) man (men) never have to work because they have an inheritance to live on, leaving time for all these great adventures.
The author in question is the worst of all. He has created two main characters who headline different adventure novels. One is rugged with dark hair and ‘piercing green eyes.' The other is rugged with blond hair and ‘piercing blue eyes.' The first has a trusty sidekick who is short and Italian. The other has a trusty sidekick who is short and Mexican. One collects cars; the other collects boats. And on and on.
Whenever my guy friend would read these books, he read passages out loud to me and we'd both laugh hysterically. But guys keep reading them, these silly books with cardboard characters who have names like Boulder Carrington and Bruce MightyTesticles, who go on the same adventure every time. These Men's Lit books are like romance novels in reverse, with the reader lusting after the lives of these manly men. ‘Fess up guys: do y'all have a crush on Bruce MightyTesticles? Is that it? Women want to know.

Bruce MightyTesticles at your service.
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