Social blunders Book

One star is the lowest Goodreads will let me go, but it's far too generous. My rating would be more accurate if I could go into negative integers. FAR into negative integers. This was another of the books found discarded in the hallway, and I can see where someone would simply want to be rid of the putrid thing since it's not even fit to wipe one's ass with, given that human excrement is a less toxic substance than rape apologia. Which this is. A tome of rape apologia where a guy who's spent his life believing he was conceived in a Steubenville-like attack on his then 14 year old mother (huh. 14. Same year I was raped, though had anything took hold it would have been well and aborted). So he tracks down the high school jocks who did it, who are now all wealthy good-ol'-boy country club Republicans or something. (I'm not hiding spoilers. I want to ruin this for everyone.)They tell him his mother was actually a "slut" who "wanted it" and was "lying about the rape", you know, all the bullshit rapists usually say about their victims? But in this MRA stroke-fest of a fiction this is taken at face value and it's true because his mother is written as an evil(eyeroll) mentally ill(so this is ablist as well as misogynist) feminist terrorist who poisons dogs and hates men and lies for the hell of it. Now I know that false rape allegations do occur, statistically at about 2-8%. And people who lie about it are also abominable and make it that much harder for real survivors. But given that this book plays on every paranoid negative stereotype of women, this book seems more to play into the fantasy indulgence of paranoid misogynists that women are all manipulators and schemers looking to take advantage of men at every turn. In addition to the man-hating feminist who lies about rape, there's the insulting goldigger ex-wife who ran off with the pool boy to make porn, the aging narcissist bored rich housewife who blackmails the protagonist into sex acts(which also reads as an act of rape, given how unwilling he seems, though that's never addressed), the female friend who he impregnated in high school and ditched him for a more popular boy, and of course, the now adult daughter who's begun to have a sex of her own in college. Though it's consensual, this is treated like a greater travesty than rape itself. There are blurbs all over this book about how funny and satirical it purportedly is, including one from Kim Gordon which seems to be more about the author in general than this particular work. Still, it's about as funny as the nutsack of a dead syphilitic donkey on a humid August day, and left me with no desire to seek out any other works by this author.