Lovely Little Shelf

So, I’m reading a Micheal Chrichton book.  I just quit a book because it wasn’t interesting and I didn’t care what happened. I wanted something interesting but mindless.  I wanted to be able to think about other things while I was reading.  Know what I mean?

This was on my shelf because a guy friend had recommend it to me when we were at a book sale.

I was just laying on the couch reading when it occurred to me that this is a man’s version of chic-lit.  It’s not fluffy in the same way, but seriously… thrillers? They are all kind of the same.

They are written with simple, short sentences.  They have these big, dramatic action scenes.  The main characters either have a smokin’ hot girlfriend or a couple that they can hook up with at will.  They are battling against something way bigger than them, often some sort of conspiracy.  There is usually some hot lawyer who wears stilettos and is female perfection.  She never leaves her clothes on long.  In the end, the guy beats the system and gets the hot girl.

It’s a formula, just a different one than girl is stressed out either with her marriage or her singleness, she generally has a gay best friend, or a pack of sassy girl friends, she gets bad news, she overcomes, she gets the guy or her marriage improves and…. ta da! Ya know?

I was telling Shaun about this and kind of laughing about it.  I commented to him that this genre needs a name. He said, “yeah, they are thrillers.” And I told him I meant something that is degrading, like chic-lit is.

And then it came to me.

Dick-lit.

Is that already a phrase? If so, I have somehow not heard it yet.

If not, considered yourself christened, dick-lit.