Superstud: Or How I Became a 24-Year-Old Virgin
Like any other red-blooded, straight young man, Paul Feig spent much of his teenage years trying to solve the mystery of women. Unlike most red-blooded, straight teenage boys, however, Paul Feig was sadly at a considerable disadvantage. He was tall and gangly. He had a love for musical theater. And, perhaps the death knell for his burgeoning sex life, Paul was a tap dance student. (And we have the pictures to prove it-see the front cover.)\ Infused with the same witty and infectiously...
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Lost in love and don't know much? Paul Feig knew even less...Like any other red-blooded, straight young man, Paul Feig spent much of his teenage years trying to solve the mystery of women. Unlike most red-blooded, straight teenage boys, however, Paul Feig was sadly at a considerable disadvantage. He was tall and gangly. He had a love for musical theater. And, perhaps the death knell for his burgeoning sex life, Paul was a tap dance student. (And we have the pictures to prove it—see the front cover.)Infused with the same witty and infectiously readable style of his first book, Kick Me, Superstud chronicles the trials and tribulations of Feig’s young dating life with all the same excruciating detail as an on-air gastric bypass—and you just won’t be able to tear yourself away. Feig’s series of shudder-to-think but oddly familiar (come on—we’ve all been dumped by someone we didn’t even like that much) anecdotes include: his first date, at an REO Speedwagon concert with the most endowed girl in school, who leaves him sitting next to a puddle of puke; his first breakup, accomplished by moving across the country; his mortifying date with his secretly bigoted girlfriend; his discovery of a new self-love technique that almost lands him in the hospital; and his less-than-idealistic “first time,” which he nevertheless elevates to biblical proportions. In Superstud, Paul Feig tells all in a hilarious but true testament to geekdom, love, and growing up. Publishers Weekly It bodes well that the dedication to this book is laugh-out-loud funny, and indeed, Feig (Kick Me) does not disappoint in this comedic tale of his early sex life, or lack thereof. The author, creator of the television series Freaks and Geeks, was always a romantic, but sex, in many ways, frightened him. As a practicing Christian Scientist, he believed he should not only refrain from sex, but from masturbation, too-yet his adolescent hormones disagreed. His confusion was compounded when he heard a radio preacher declare, "[E]veryone knows that each time you masturbate, God takes one day off of your life." Feig writes in desperation, "Everyone knew this? Nobody told me about it.... How many days had I lopped off my life so far?" At heart, the memoir is a one-note story of sexual frustration. Feig doesn't delve deeply into his religion, his family relations or his life outside of the physical. The book's many flashbacks will satisfy any child of the 1970s (e.g., Feig is wild about roller skating). While his eventual deflowering is anticlimactic, the account of his journey to sexual manhood is witty and entertaining and one to which any former sex-addled adolescent (male or female) will relate. Agent, Joni Evans. (July) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
The Hapless Romantic1Book 1The Rope Feeling ThroniclesIBliss Interrupted9IIThe Day the Earth Didn't Stand Still18IIILookin' for a Love23IVParadise Found26VMission: Sorta-Possible31VIArrested and Jailed Development39VIIHello, God, It's Me. The Dorky Kid44VIIIThe Whip Comes Down49IXThe Calm Before the Storm54XThe Storm56Book 2Hellooooooooooooooooooo, Ladies!Clueless in Mt. Clemens65Hell on Wheels69My Trophy Date83Book 3Life After High SchoolBig Man Off Campus113Making Out Is Hard to Do129I Wish This Chapter Was More Exciting156The Annotated Nancy160Book 4The Ballad of the Homesick VirginThe First Verse: Geek in Crisis205The Second Verse: Performance Anxiety219And Now for the Chorus: Love Hurls224The Final Reprise251Book 5Close Encounters of the Nerd KindPlease Do Not Read This Chapter255The Book of Miracles: Otherwise Called How the Author Lost His Virginity273Happy Trails from the G-Rated Gigolo!294
\ From Barnes & NoblePaul Feig, the creator of Freaks and Geeks and the author of Kick Me, has made a career of mocking his own neuroses. In Superstud, he makes a case for sexual ineptitude as an Olympic event. Feig's fumbling efforts to achieve libidinal fulfillment land him in embarrassing and sometimes painful situations, but he continues to go for the gold.\ \ \ \ \ Publishers WeeklyIt bodes well that the dedication to this book is laugh-out-loud funny, and indeed, Feig (Kick Me) does not disappoint in this comedic tale of his early sex life, or lack thereof. The author, creator of the television series Freaks and Geeks, was always a romantic, but sex, in many ways, frightened him. As a practicing Christian Scientist, he believed he should not only refrain from sex, but from masturbation, too-yet his adolescent hormones disagreed. His confusion was compounded when he heard a radio preacher declare, "[E]veryone knows that each time you masturbate, God takes one day off of your life." Feig writes in desperation, "Everyone knew this? Nobody told me about it.... How many days had I lopped off my life so far?" At heart, the memoir is a one-note story of sexual frustration. Feig doesn't delve deeply into his religion, his family relations or his life outside of the physical. The book's many flashbacks will satisfy any child of the 1970s (e.g., Feig is wild about roller skating). While his eventual deflowering is anticlimactic, the account of his journey to sexual manhood is witty and entertaining and one to which any former sex-addled adolescent (male or female) will relate. Agent, Joni Evans. (July) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.\ \ \ Library JournalFeig is the undisputed King of the Dweebs. As the Emmy-nominated writer of the grossly underappreciated and short-lived television show Freaks and Geeks, writer and director of the feature film I Am David, and author of Kick Me, a memoir of his 1970s and 1980s adolescence, he has made a career out of mining the gnarly, humorous, and heartbreaking nuggets of teen angst. This latest biographical effort burrows deep into a romantic tunnel of love strewn with unrequited lust, masturbatory binges (and the obligatory and attendant guilt that ensues), and romantic sagas with girls named Jill, Stacey, Nicole, Nancy, and Maura. That Feig's experiences are so pervasively shared by geeks of his generation is a given, but his writing exudes a fetching teenage everyboy zeitgeist that is as lovely as it is melancholy. You need look no further than the polyester-clad, butterfly-bow tied, disco-prancing geekazoid who adorns the book's cover to know that this ride down Mammary Lane is going to be a real hoot. For all popular memoir collections.-Barry X. Miller, Austin P.L., TX Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.\ \
