"The SSMC Reluctant" advertises itself as a short, silly little book. Ok. You've got my attention. The reviews seem to indicate a short, silly swath of silly, sophomoric bathroom and bedroom humor. That sounds like it's right up my alley!
So, I lube up my alley, bend over the "buy" button, and thrust this little book into my, uhm, alley.
First, as Bluto would say in Animal House - "Don't cost nothin'". It was, at the time I got it at least, a freebie sampler, no doubt intended to drag you kicking and screaming (and tied up, tickled and, of course, well lubed) into their sordid little enterprise.
How should I address this book? First - the short. It is, by any standard, a quick read. I "bought" it on a Monday night - the first Monday night of the 2015 football season. The Dallas Cowgirls (boo) and the New York Gnats (hiss) were butting heads to determine which would leap out in front of my beloved NFC LEast; as my favorite Washington "At least we're not the Philthydelphia Beagles" Chokeskins had lived up to their SOP the day before.
I ripped through this little work in between plays, all the while hoping that Dallas and NY would *finally* figure out a way to play each other and *both* lose.
The silly bastards failed, again. But the book didn't. By the time the fourth quarter had rolled around I'd finished the book and found it quite silly indeed. Lots of junior-high level homophobic and heterophobic - basically just genitaliaphobic - humor spewed throughout the book. Some worked, some didn't. Such is humor.
The humor in this will likely make you groan (and not in an old fashioned, well-lubed, kind of way). It will insult your intelligence. It will make you hate the authors and, most of all, will likely make you hate yourself. For laughing.