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Things I’ve Learned From Women Who’ve Dumped Me
OK, so she dumped you. What have you learned from it?
Ben Carlin, the former executive producer of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart has applied his comedic sensibilities to this question. He also asked some very funny guys to help him out with the project.
He came up with a cool title: Things I’ve Learned From Women Who’ve Dumped Me. (Grand Central) He had someone design a nifty cover. (Yes, those are plastic replicas of body parts).
Best of all, he asked some gifted comedians (and others) to make contributions. And it is funny! I laughed. Guffawed. Chortled. Gasped. Sympathized.
Face it guys. we have all been dumped, right? Here are some selected essay titles to give a sense of some of the pathetic manturf getting plowed up here:
Andy Richter (remember him?)contributed “Girls Don’t Make Passes at Guys With Fat Asses.”
Ben Karlin wrote You Too Will Be Crushed.
Ben Rees offers up Get Dumped Before it Matters.
It gets worse-so guys, what’s your tale of misery? Share with us the most hideous, humiliating rejection that you have ever experienced? Go on, tell. It will be therapeutic, right? Don’t be a chicken.
And ladies, tell us how you did that to him. Describe that loser and what it was like when you finally gave him the bad news.
Dump those dumping sagas right here.
Vick Mickunas
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By victor mickunas
February 16, 2008 4:27 PM | Link to this
not one comment from a guy-too embarrassed I guess?By roxy
February 9, 2008 12:28 PM | Link to this
This guy was a narcissist. I began referring to him as “HIMSELF.”Like a classic narcissist, he didn’t have a clue what I meant by that. We had a long distance thing going on. When I finally moved in with him I found out he cared more about the dog than me. So I left this guy. He was the classic Napoleanic type-short-big ego-persnickety. He got manicures then refused to touch me. Now he lives in another country and pretends to be happilly married. I know better. The man is a pathological liar. I dumped him when I realized that his reflection in the mirror was his only true love.