Reading this book from the viewpoint of the titular Nathaniel P. makes me think the author did some lengthy interviews with men in New York in their 20s--it must have been torture. Because I recognize Nathaniel in many men I've known and met in passing when I lived in New York in my 20s, and she gets them spot on. She delves even deeper than I thought possible, and sometimes that recognition made me shudder in my own memories. Especially that specific angle of men who believe they are not sexist, and yet treat women as utterly below themselves and don't have enough self-reflection to see it. Nathaniel P. tries, he really does, but he's still terrible and awful and I rolled my eyes so many times while reading this. There's a slew of unlikable but recognizable characters, and yes, some of the women reminded me of myself then. Also worth many shudders. A fascinating book, though I'm not sure how I'd feel about it I hadn't lived in New York at a certain time. Perhaps exactly the same, but I can't know.