Superstud

Informationen zum Autor Paul Feig is the two-time Emmy-nominated creator of Freaks and Geeks , the author of Kick Me: Adventures in Adolescence , the director of episodes of Arrested Development , and the writer and director of the feature film I Am David . He lives in Los Angeles with his wife. Klappentext 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. Bliss Interrupted Let's face it. Masturbation has never been a proud activity. It's very seldom that people will brag about the fact that they have masturbated. You don't often hear the response to the question "What did you do today?" being, "Oh, ran a few errands, paid my bills, masturbated, made dinner." It's just not an activity you really want to brag about. Or speak about. Or even admit to yourself that you do. When your body decides that it yet again wants to engage in a little round of onanism and your brain gives in like a beleaguered mother acquiescing to her child's incessant demands for candy, your brain still won't really let itself admit what's about to happen. The walk to whatever place has been decided upon as the conjugal site is usually filled less with thoughts of "Man, it's really great that I'm going to do this" than "This isn't right" and "I wonder if I have a problem?" Or at least it has been for me. The "problem" started when I was a kid. I was raised as a Christian Scientist, which is the religion that is mostly known as the one that tells its followers not to go to doctors when they get sick. The whole faith is based on not giving power to the physical world, the idea being that you can avoid sickness and bad things happening to you by basically keeping your thoughts and desires above the realm of the body and earthly entanglements. And so this means that you're really not supposed to think about things like sex and bodily pleasures. And this is all well and good if you can turn your libido on and off like a light switch. But if you're a normal, healthy human being who has the genetic code of the Homo sapiens in his or her DNA, then it's a little hard to deny your body what it wants, especially when you're going through the ravages of puberty. Fortunately or unfortunately for me, I discovered masturbation at a very early age. After climbing the ropes in gym class during the second grade, I had unwittingly experienced my first orgasm. This then led to me figuring out how to re-create this experience in the privacy of my own bedroom and in the bathro...

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Paul Feig is the two-time Emmy-nominated creator of Freaks and Geeks, the author of Kick Me: Adventures in Adolescence, the director of episodes of Arrested Development, and the writer and director of the feature film I Am David. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife.

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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.

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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.

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Bliss Interrupted

Let's face it. Masturbation has never been a proud activity. It's very seldom that people will brag about the fact that they have masturbated. You don't often hear the response to the question "What did you do today?" being, "Oh, ran a few errands, paid my bills, masturbated, made dinner." It's just not an activity you really want to brag about. Or speak about. Or even admit to yourself that you do. When your body decides that it yet again wants to engage in a little round of onanism and your brain gives in like a beleaguered mother acquiescing to her child's incessant demands for candy, your brain still won't really let itself admit what's about to happen. The…