Look at that cover woman, all hair and lipstick and nails and icy cold indifference.
That delicate stemware is a metaphor for your cojones, gentlemen.
We need a 2012 version of this title, STAT.
I been tortured by a venomous “Vera” or two in my NYC dating life.
And then there’s the “Zeo” Zero Satisfactions of the world (shudder).
Add your female evildoer types (no real names!) in the comments.
Buy O’Donnell’s literary classic here.
UPDATE: It’s a pulp book, not an actual guide to the “world’s worst women.” And, this post is not an actual serious post.