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    <name><![CDATA[Valerie]]></name>
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  <read_at>Sat Mar 01 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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  <date_updated>Sun Mar 02 21:42:47 -0800 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[I was expecting much more from this book. Edited by Ben Karlin - former editor of The Onion, former executive producer of The Daily Show and co-creator of The Colbert Report - this book should have been a rip-roarin'-romp through male inadequacy and insecurity. It started out strong, but somewhere along the line it became the male version of chick lit: dick lit. And boring to boot.<br/><br/>At first, it was good for a few laughs. But then I laughed less. And got bored. And maybe started to skim a bit. And then started to think about what I was going to read next... while I still had it in my hands, &quot;reading&quot; it. Not a good sign.<br/><br/>It gets three stars from me for the four-star stories that started the book, averaged with the two-star stories with which it closed.]]></body>
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