Today, the New York Times spends time "at home" with John Bowe, the forty-something writer and frustrated bachelor who's dedicated himself to understanding why and how we love. And yet, Bowe has sacrificed love for career.
When Cleaving came out, a friend of mine chided me for being so hard on it, making the point that when a man wallows in self-discovery and emotional shortcomings, we're not as hard on them. At the time, I thought she had a point. But at the same time, I doubted I'd be able to stomach it in a man, either.