The most impressive aspect of this book is the astonishing fact that a book so full of tasteless garbage is actually getting published by a relatively major publisher. Brocabulary consists of, as the title suggested, a collection of "brocabularies", in the form of a "man-i-festo of dude talk". This fine volume contains chapters such as "ho-cabularies", among other timeless pearls of wisdom. This is the type of book that will inevitably appeal to young men who feel the need for masculine posturing by degrading women in order to assert their insecure gender identity and confused sexual leaning. Undoubtedly, fully-grown Neanderthals who have recently emerged from a hole - including media luminaries such as Don Imus and Howard Stern - will equally find Brocabulary to be brilliant penned and indispensable source for their prime comedy materials. The book is impressively offensive to both women and men, managing to drastically lower the bar of intelligence usually applied to published authors. Fabulous tidbits include an entry for "herrands (aka whore chores)" which are "emasculating errands that you're forced to run for your girlfriend." I like a dirty joke as much as the next guy, but a book full of witless, tasteless, and sexist gags isn't exactly my idea of a good time. But for those who genuinely dig this sorry excuse for a book, I'd wholeheartedly recommend such astute readers to expand their reading horizon, and seek out other fine volumes consist of not only sexist gags, but perhaps homophobic and racist jokes.
The book, as Amazon has described, is for "teens". It is, perhaps, somewhat excusable if this book really was written by a beer-guzzling, sexually frustrated acne sufferer who has yet been taught the fundamentals of human decency. The book's author, Mr. Daniel Maurer (the esteemed editor for the Nightlife section of the New York Magazine WEBSITE), however, is shockingly not a teen, but a gentleman in his ripened old age of mid-thirties. It likely took a lot of effort for him to pen this brilliant Manifesto between long days of wedging his head farther and farther up his creative orifice and trying to hold on to the fleeting memories of the glorious days with his loving "bros".