I was searching earlier on Amazon for books similar to Stephen Vizinczey's In Praise of Older Women, I like the energy and style of the book and its seriously life affirming besides its central subject of an autobiographical sketch of why the author loves older women so much, and it wasnt easy to find any.
I checked philosophy and most of the other tags which I thought it might turn up in, believing that women being men's muse for such a long, long time I'd turn up some books but not really, not with much luck.
What I did find was a hell of a lot of books written by men about women in the who Pick Up Artist theme, which is old ground we dont necessarily have to cover over again here, I'm sure there are men who adore women who could be interested in or use these and find them useful, perhaps if they were wanting in confidence maybe, but they always impress me as too machavellian by half. Not in a fun way either.
There is a hell of a lot of books by women writing about being women, through the prism of feminism there is a hell of a lot of writing about and mainly by women writing about women and about men too.
There was a lot less written by men about being men or men and women, a lot of it is in the humour section or done with a humourous or rascally bent, when there are more serious topics covered they seem to have to have been smuggled in. Seriously, you're going aways back to discover it and sometimes it is too easily dismissed because of what at first sight appears like sexism and vanity to a contemporary quick scan. Or just what could appear dated somehow (I dont let that put me off and I've experienced that particular aversion less and less but I know that its there and many do).
Has anyone else noticed this? The imbalance, what accounts for that? What are the likely implications? Besides me not finding a book I want to read