F*ckboys Are Boring

I went into *F*ckboys Are Boring* expecting another tired ‘how to catch a man’ parody, but Sheldon’s book is so much sharper than that. His narration is a masterclass in conversational tone—he reads like he’s recounting his own disastrous dates over coffee, complete with sarcastic asides and the occasional dramatic sigh. The humor lands hard, especially in chapters like ‘How to Spot a Barefoot Boy in 30 Seconds,’ where he skewers the performative grunge aesthetic of modern masculinity with surgical precision. That said, there were moments where the pacing stumbled, particularly in the more introspective sections about his eating disorder recovery. It’s clear Sheldon was trying to tie dating struggles to deeper self-worth issues, but it occasionally veered into preachy territory before snapping back to his usual irreverent style. The real triumph here is how Sheldon makes vulnerability feel like a superpower. His stories about navigating dating as a queer man with a history of body image issues aren’t just relatable—they’re validating. And his rants about ‘emotional minimalists’ (a.k.a. guys who can’t even commit to a playlist, let alone a relationship) had me howling. If you’re tired of dating books that either sugarcoat or oversimplify queer romance, Sheldon’s take is a refreshing gut-punch of realism. Just don’t expect it to coddle you.