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A “truly hilarious” (Glamour), sexy, and ultimately poignant memoir about mastering the art of the “vacationship” from a writer and co-executive producer of Hulu’s Only Murders in the Building
“What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding is kind of like if Eat, Pray, Love were written by your funniest friend.”—Rachel Dratch
Kristin Newman spent much of her twenties and thirties buying dresses to wear to her friends’ weddings and baby showers. Not ready to settle down and in need of an escape from her fast-paced job as a sitcom writer, Kristin instead traveled the world, often alone, for several weeks each year. In addition to falling madly in love with the planet, Kristin fell for many attractive locals, men who could provide the emotional connection she wanted without costing her the freedom she desperately needed.
Kristin introduces readers to the Israeli bartenders, Finnish poker players, sexy Bedouins, and Argentinean priests who helped her transform into “Kristin-Adjacent” on the road–a slower, softer, and, yes, sluttier version of herself at home. Equal parts laugh-out-loud storytelling, candid reflection, and wanderlust-inspiring travel tales, What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding is a compelling debut that will have readers rushing to renew their passports.
“What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding is kind of like if Eat, Pray, Love were written by your funniest friend.”—Rachel Dratch
Kristin Newman spent much of her twenties and thirties buying dresses to wear to her friends’ weddings and baby showers. Not ready to settle down and in need of an escape from her fast-paced job as a sitcom writer, Kristin instead traveled the world, often alone, for several weeks each year. In addition to falling madly in love with the planet, Kristin fell for many attractive locals, men who could provide the emotional connection she wanted without costing her the freedom she desperately needed.
Kristin introduces readers to the Israeli bartenders, Finnish poker players, sexy Bedouins, and Argentinean priests who helped her transform into “Kristin-Adjacent” on the road–a slower, softer, and, yes, sluttier version of herself at home. Equal parts laugh-out-loud storytelling, candid reflection, and wanderlust-inspiring travel tales, What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding is a compelling debut that will have readers rushing to renew their passports.
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- UtgivareCrown
- Publiceringsdatum20 Maj 2014
- ISBN-109780804137607
- ISBN-13978-0804137607
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“There are lots of books out there about being the single girl in your crowd, but Kristin Newman's is a special one; it's truly hilarious and travel-oriented, which makes it perfect for summer.”—Glamour Magazine
“If you liked Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs, try What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding by Kristin Newman.”—The Boston Globe
“Newman adeptly mixes humor and heart, making this the perfect read for anyone in search of love, adventures abroad, or both.”—Booklist
“Kristin Newman reminds me of David Sedaris, but with more joy.”—Diablo Cody
“Kristin Newman’s tales of wanderlust are at turns hilarious, embarrassing, and then truly inspiring. Her thrilling escapades make me want to get up off the couch and book a ticket to some exotic locale for a sexy adventure of my own.”—Jane Lynch
‘Kristin Newman explodes the idea of the ‘singles scene’ into a thousand tiny fragments and scatters them globally. This is misspent youth well-spent.”—Patton Oswalt
“I knew that [Newman's] book would be incredibly funny, but it’s also so heartbreaking, insightful, and full of adventure, romance, and sex sex sex! Do yourself a favor and read this book!”—Will Forte
“I have had the pleasure of joining Kristin on some amazing adventures and can say without question that she is as good a writer as she is a traveler. Which is to say, slightly better when she's had a few glasses of wine.”—Nick Kroll
“Kristin puts the ‘lust’ in wanderlust and makes adventuring and even mis-adventuring sexy, fun, and at times even inspirational.”—Jill Soloway, writer/director
“Unlike the rest of us, Kristin took the road less traveled and that has made all the difference. Her sparkling wit and adventurous spirit will seduce you just as it did that guy in Argentina . . . and in Russia . . . and in Jordan . . . and so on . . .”—Nell Scovell, co-author of Lean In
“What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding is sly disguised as sexy. It reminded me of George Eliot mixed with a woodshop safety film . . . a complete delight.”—Stephen Tobolowsky, actor, author of The Dangerous Animals Club
“Kristin’s book is such an uproarious, side-splitting, jaw-dropping-while-miraculously-somehow-also-self-reflecting page-turner, it makes me feel like I traded in my own wife and children for a time machine and a spot in her globetrotting duffel bag.”—Rob Kutner, writer for Conan, author of Apocalypse How and The Future According to Me
“Riotously funny, brutally honest, and hopelessly romantic . . . Newman’s global romps and brave takedown of the dated, divisive dichotomy between happy breeders and desperate singles is one of the most refreshing things I've read in a long time.”—Attica Locke, nationally bestselling author of The Cutting Season
“Makes the reader wonder if life should always be about deep introspective moments with earth-shattering realizations, or if there’s space for spontaneous conversations with random acquaintances . . . Newman’s irreverent and ultimately graceful memoir suggests there is.”—Etinosa Agbonlahor, Off the Shelf
“[Newman] writes about other countries and other people with a curiosity and affection that is crucial to being a good travel writer. I found myself, as an Indian, wishing [she] would make her way there and report back to me about my own country.”—Diksha Basu, The Rumpus
“If you liked Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs, try What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding by Kristin Newman.”—The Boston Globe
“Newman adeptly mixes humor and heart, making this the perfect read for anyone in search of love, adventures abroad, or both.”—Booklist
“Kristin Newman reminds me of David Sedaris, but with more joy.”—Diablo Cody
“Kristin Newman’s tales of wanderlust are at turns hilarious, embarrassing, and then truly inspiring. Her thrilling escapades make me want to get up off the couch and book a ticket to some exotic locale for a sexy adventure of my own.”—Jane Lynch
‘Kristin Newman explodes the idea of the ‘singles scene’ into a thousand tiny fragments and scatters them globally. This is misspent youth well-spent.”—Patton Oswalt
“I knew that [Newman's] book would be incredibly funny, but it’s also so heartbreaking, insightful, and full of adventure, romance, and sex sex sex! Do yourself a favor and read this book!”—Will Forte
“I have had the pleasure of joining Kristin on some amazing adventures and can say without question that she is as good a writer as she is a traveler. Which is to say, slightly better when she's had a few glasses of wine.”—Nick Kroll
“Kristin puts the ‘lust’ in wanderlust and makes adventuring and even mis-adventuring sexy, fun, and at times even inspirational.”—Jill Soloway, writer/director
“Unlike the rest of us, Kristin took the road less traveled and that has made all the difference. Her sparkling wit and adventurous spirit will seduce you just as it did that guy in Argentina . . . and in Russia . . . and in Jordan . . . and so on . . .”—Nell Scovell, co-author of Lean In
“What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding is sly disguised as sexy. It reminded me of George Eliot mixed with a woodshop safety film . . . a complete delight.”—Stephen Tobolowsky, actor, author of The Dangerous Animals Club
“Kristin’s book is such an uproarious, side-splitting, jaw-dropping-while-miraculously-somehow-also-self-reflecting page-turner, it makes me feel like I traded in my own wife and children for a time machine and a spot in her globetrotting duffel bag.”—Rob Kutner, writer for Conan, author of Apocalypse How and The Future According to Me
“Riotously funny, brutally honest, and hopelessly romantic . . . Newman’s global romps and brave takedown of the dated, divisive dichotomy between happy breeders and desperate singles is one of the most refreshing things I've read in a long time.”—Attica Locke, nationally bestselling author of The Cutting Season
“Makes the reader wonder if life should always be about deep introspective moments with earth-shattering realizations, or if there’s space for spontaneous conversations with random acquaintances . . . Newman’s irreverent and ultimately graceful memoir suggests there is.”—Etinosa Agbonlahor, Off the Shelf
“[Newman] writes about other countries and other people with a curiosity and affection that is crucial to being a good travel writer. I found myself, as an Indian, wishing [she] would make her way there and report back to me about my own country.”—Diksha Basu, The Rumpus
Om författaren
KRISTIN NEWMAN is a travel writer and television writer/producer who has worked in Hollywood for over twenty years. She has written on shows including That ’70s Show, Chuck, How I Met Your Mother, The Neighbors, The Real O'Neals, The Muppets, Galavant, and For the People. Her work has been published in the L.A. Times, Time Magazine, and numerous travel publications.
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What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding
Kristin Newman
Prologue
I’ll Have the House Special
I am not a slut in the United States of America. I have rarely had a fewer-than-four-night stand in the Land of the Free. I don’t kiss married men or guys I work with, I don’t text people pictures of my genitalia, I don’t go home with boys I meet in bars before they have at least purchased me a couple of meals, I’ve never shown my boobs for beads. I do not sleep with more than one person at a time, and, sometimes, no more than one per year. In America.
But I really love to travel.
Now, having sex with foreigners is not the only whorish thing I do: I also write sitcoms. For the last fourteen years I’ve written for shows like That ’70s Show, How I Met Your Mother, Chuck, The Neighbors, and shows you’ve never heard of that nonetheless afford me two over-the- top lucky things: the money to buy plane tickets and the time off to travel. What this means about my life is that I spend about nine months a year in a room full of, mostly, poorly dressed men, telling dick jokes and overeating and, sometimes, sitting on the floor with Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, and a chimpanzee (before all three found the age difference insurmountable). In the writers’ room, we talk a million miles a minute, tearing each other apart for sport and, often, out of love. Sometimes someone makes me cry, and I pretend I’m doing a “bit” where I “run out of the room to cry” even though what I’m really doing is running out of the room to cry. If I’m lucky enough to be fully employed, I get about nine months of this and then a three-month hiatus—unpaid time off from this weird non- corporate grind.
Most days, the writers’ room feels like I’m at the most entertaining dinner party in the world. Other times, it feels like I’m at the meanest, longest one. I keep both versions in perspective with my real life’s work—running away from home to someplace wonderful. And then, sometimes, having sex there.
Throughout most of my twenties and thirties, in the hiatus months (or years) between shows, I spent between a few weeks and a few months a year traveling. When money was tight, I took road trips with a tent, and when it wasn’t, I got on a plane and went as far as I could, to places like China and New Zealand, Jordan and Brazil. To Tibet and Argentina and Australia and most of Europe. To Israel and Colombia and Russia and Iceland. In the beginning, I took these trips with girlfriends, but soon my girls started marrying boys, and then they started making new little girls and boys, and so then I started taking the trips alone. Some of these girls would eventually come back around after a divorce for a trip or two, but then leave me again when they got married for the second time before I’d managed to do it for the first. (When I complained to my friend Hope that she had lapped me in the marriage department, she replied, “I’m not sure the goal is to do it as often as possible.” I love her.)
Anyway, everyone around me was engaged in a lot of engaging, marrying, and breeding while I remained resolutely terrified of doing any of it. I did want to have a family someday . . . it was just that “someday” never seemed to feel like “today.” I wanted love, but I also wanted freedom and adventure, and those two desires fought like angry obese sumo wrestlers in the dojo of my soul. That wrestling match threatened to body-slam me into a veritable Bridget-Jonesian-sad-girl singlehood, which I was resolutely against, both personally and as an archetype. And so toward that off, I kept moving.
Pretty early on in my travel career I discovered two vital things. First, that I’m someone a little different on the road, and that vacation from being my home self feels like a great sleep after a long day. Second, that you can have both love and freedom when you fall in love with an exotic local in an exotic locale, since there is a return ticket next to the bed that you by law will eventually have to use. These sweet, sexy, epic little vacationships became part of my identity—I was The Girl with the Great International Romance Stories at dinner parties, and around the writers’ room table. And I began to need my trips like other people need religion.
But my mom will be pleased to hear that my addiction to sexy people in sexy places really grew out of a nonsexual obsession: I love to do the thing you’re supposed to do in the place you’re supposed to do it. That means always getting the specialty of the house. That means smoking cigarettes I don’t smoke at the perfect corner café for hours at a time in Paris, and stripping naked for group hot-tubbing with people you don’t want to see naked in Big Sur. It means riding short, fuzzy horses that will throw me onto the arctic tundra in Iceland, or getting beaten with hot, wet branches by old naked women in stifling banyas in Moscow. When these moments happen, I get absurdly happy, like the kind of happy other people report experiencing during the birth of their children. And getting romanced by a Brazilian in Brazil, or a Cretan in Crete . . . this, to me, just happens to be the gold medal in the Do the Thing You’re Supposed to Do Olympics.
I love that I am but one of millions of single girls hit- ting the road by themselves these days. A hateful little ex- boyfriend once said that a house full of cats used to be the sign of a terminally single woman, but now it’s a house full of souvenirs acquired on foreign adventures. He said it derogatorily: Look at all of this tragic overcompensating in the form of tribal masks and rain sticks. But I say that plane tickets replacing cats might be the best evidence of women’s progress as a gender. I’m damn proud of us.
Also, since I have both a cat and a lot of foreign souvenirs, I broke up with that dude and went on a really great trip.
Kristin Newman
Prologue
I’ll Have the House Special
I am not a slut in the United States of America. I have rarely had a fewer-than-four-night stand in the Land of the Free. I don’t kiss married men or guys I work with, I don’t text people pictures of my genitalia, I don’t go home with boys I meet in bars before they have at least purchased me a couple of meals, I’ve never shown my boobs for beads. I do not sleep with more than one person at a time, and, sometimes, no more than one per year. In America.
But I really love to travel.
Now, having sex with foreigners is not the only whorish thing I do: I also write sitcoms. For the last fourteen years I’ve written for shows like That ’70s Show, How I Met Your Mother, Chuck, The Neighbors, and shows you’ve never heard of that nonetheless afford me two over-the- top lucky things: the money to buy plane tickets and the time off to travel. What this means about my life is that I spend about nine months a year in a room full of, mostly, poorly dressed men, telling dick jokes and overeating and, sometimes, sitting on the floor with Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, and a chimpanzee (before all three found the age difference insurmountable). In the writers’ room, we talk a million miles a minute, tearing each other apart for sport and, often, out of love. Sometimes someone makes me cry, and I pretend I’m doing a “bit” where I “run out of the room to cry” even though what I’m really doing is running out of the room to cry. If I’m lucky enough to be fully employed, I get about nine months of this and then a three-month hiatus—unpaid time off from this weird non- corporate grind.
Most days, the writers’ room feels like I’m at the most entertaining dinner party in the world. Other times, it feels like I’m at the meanest, longest one. I keep both versions in perspective with my real life’s work—running away from home to someplace wonderful. And then, sometimes, having sex there.
Throughout most of my twenties and thirties, in the hiatus months (or years) between shows, I spent between a few weeks and a few months a year traveling. When money was tight, I took road trips with a tent, and when it wasn’t, I got on a plane and went as far as I could, to places like China and New Zealand, Jordan and Brazil. To Tibet and Argentina and Australia and most of Europe. To Israel and Colombia and Russia and Iceland. In the beginning, I took these trips with girlfriends, but soon my girls started marrying boys, and then they started making new little girls and boys, and so then I started taking the trips alone. Some of these girls would eventually come back around after a divorce for a trip or two, but then leave me again when they got married for the second time before I’d managed to do it for the first. (When I complained to my friend Hope that she had lapped me in the marriage department, she replied, “I’m not sure the goal is to do it as often as possible.” I love her.)
Anyway, everyone around me was engaged in a lot of engaging, marrying, and breeding while I remained resolutely terrified of doing any of it. I did want to have a family someday . . . it was just that “someday” never seemed to feel like “today.” I wanted love, but I also wanted freedom and adventure, and those two desires fought like angry obese sumo wrestlers in the dojo of my soul. That wrestling match threatened to body-slam me into a veritable Bridget-Jonesian-sad-girl singlehood, which I was resolutely against, both personally and as an archetype. And so toward that off, I kept moving.
Pretty early on in my travel career I discovered two vital things. First, that I’m someone a little different on the road, and that vacation from being my home self feels like a great sleep after a long day. Second, that you can have both love and freedom when you fall in love with an exotic local in an exotic locale, since there is a return ticket next to the bed that you by law will eventually have to use. These sweet, sexy, epic little vacationships became part of my identity—I was The Girl with the Great International Romance Stories at dinner parties, and around the writers’ room table. And I began to need my trips like other people need religion.
But my mom will be pleased to hear that my addiction to sexy people in sexy places really grew out of a nonsexual obsession: I love to do the thing you’re supposed to do in the place you’re supposed to do it. That means always getting the specialty of the house. That means smoking cigarettes I don’t smoke at the perfect corner café for hours at a time in Paris, and stripping naked for group hot-tubbing with people you don’t want to see naked in Big Sur. It means riding short, fuzzy horses that will throw me onto the arctic tundra in Iceland, or getting beaten with hot, wet branches by old naked women in stifling banyas in Moscow. When these moments happen, I get absurdly happy, like the kind of happy other people report experiencing during the birth of their children. And getting romanced by a Brazilian in Brazil, or a Cretan in Crete . . . this, to me, just happens to be the gold medal in the Do the Thing You’re Supposed to Do Olympics.
I love that I am but one of millions of single girls hit- ting the road by themselves these days. A hateful little ex- boyfriend once said that a house full of cats used to be the sign of a terminally single woman, but now it’s a house full of souvenirs acquired on foreign adventures. He said it derogatorily: Look at all of this tragic overcompensating in the form of tribal masks and rain sticks. But I say that plane tickets replacing cats might be the best evidence of women’s progress as a gender. I’m damn proud of us.
Also, since I have both a cat and a lot of foreign souvenirs, I broke up with that dude and went on a really great trip.
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- ASIN : 0804137609
- Utgivare : Crown (20 Maj 2014)
- Pocketbok : 304 sidor
- ISBN-10 : 9780804137607
- ISBN-13 : 978-0804137607
- Rangordning för bästsäljare: #128,112 i Böcker (Visa Topp 100 i Böcker)
- #513 i Reseböcker
- #884 i Teman & ämnen i humor
- #1,228 i Relationer
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C. J. Gubb
5,0 av 5 stjärnor
Enjoyed
Granskad i Storbritannien den 19 december 2023
Wasn't available vat the library and had this on my wish list for a long time. These days I'm trying to minimise "stuff " in my home but I decided I wanted to read so finally purchased. I thoroughly enjoyed this book of a single solo traveller and her adventures. I read pretty quickly so purchasing any kind of book these days is rare.
Yul
5,0 av 5 stjärnor
My favorite book
Granskad i Tyskland den 9 september 2018
Bought this book after it being recommended to me. I'm usually a rather impatient person and I often don't end up finishing a book, but with this gem it's different. I travel a lot and I always take it with me, I've read it three or four times by now and I always love the story.
Melanie E Reid
5,0 av 5 stjärnor
My kind of travel memoir!
Granskad i Kanada den 24 november 2021
I purchased after reading an article on the best travel memoirs. I liked this one a lot, I liked that it was funny but some of the jokes were repetitive. More sexcapades would have been nice but overall I enjoyed it and will lend/recommend to others. I have labelled it a keeper to go with the three other travel memoirs on my bookshelf that have made the cut.
S. Patterson
5,0 av 5 stjärnor
Not your average travel memoir
Granskad i USA den 29 december 2014
I've recently gotten really into travel memoirs, mostly because I am really feeling the need to travel lately, but also because I won't be traveling much in the near future and thus turn to my tried and true books to temporarily transport me somewhere new.
This book immediately jumped out at me for the title and pretty cover, and a few short days later I was reading it. This is definitely a book that you'll decide is or is not for you within the first few sentences, and luckily I liked Kristin and her writing style right off the bat.
Each chapter is a different travel story and while some trips take place in the same country, each story is different from the last and equally as interesting as the others. If you're looking for a book that describes places, you'll probably be disappointed. Kristin's stories are focused on her travels, yes, but more so on the people (read: sexy men) she meets and falls in love with abroad. I found myself laughing out loud more than once while reading, even when I was in public and risked getting funky looks from those around me. Kristin is hilarious and I agree with other reviewers who said reading this book is like hanging out and drinking with your best friend while she tells you her crazy stories. You'll want to be Kristin's friend by the end, guaranteed.
When Kristin isn't sharing details about her travels and international boyfriends, she tells the reader about her career as a comedy writer in Hollywood. It's a nice change up and break in between her travels, especially since work is such a huge part of her life in addition to her ventures overseas.
I particularly liked Kristin's views on choosing one life path versus another and the fact that most of us often have some kind of longing for the path we didn't take - and that is OK. But she also discusses making major life changes and how it's a GOOD thing to sometimes miss what you had before even though you're excited about the new direction in your life, because it means you've traded "awesome for awesome."
This is a great book to read if you need to laugh or just want to read about another woman's crazy adventures. Read it whether you're in a relationship or not, married or not, have kids or not. At the very least, I guarantee it'll motivate you to go "do something in the place you're supposed to do it." I know it did for me. Great, fun read!
This book immediately jumped out at me for the title and pretty cover, and a few short days later I was reading it. This is definitely a book that you'll decide is or is not for you within the first few sentences, and luckily I liked Kristin and her writing style right off the bat.
Each chapter is a different travel story and while some trips take place in the same country, each story is different from the last and equally as interesting as the others. If you're looking for a book that describes places, you'll probably be disappointed. Kristin's stories are focused on her travels, yes, but more so on the people (read: sexy men) she meets and falls in love with abroad. I found myself laughing out loud more than once while reading, even when I was in public and risked getting funky looks from those around me. Kristin is hilarious and I agree with other reviewers who said reading this book is like hanging out and drinking with your best friend while she tells you her crazy stories. You'll want to be Kristin's friend by the end, guaranteed.
When Kristin isn't sharing details about her travels and international boyfriends, she tells the reader about her career as a comedy writer in Hollywood. It's a nice change up and break in between her travels, especially since work is such a huge part of her life in addition to her ventures overseas.
I particularly liked Kristin's views on choosing one life path versus another and the fact that most of us often have some kind of longing for the path we didn't take - and that is OK. But she also discusses making major life changes and how it's a GOOD thing to sometimes miss what you had before even though you're excited about the new direction in your life, because it means you've traded "awesome for awesome."
This is a great book to read if you need to laugh or just want to read about another woman's crazy adventures. Read it whether you're in a relationship or not, married or not, have kids or not. At the very least, I guarantee it'll motivate you to go "do something in the place you're supposed to do it." I know it did for me. Great, fun read!
Lauren
4,0 av 5 stjärnor
Fun read
Granskad i USA den 21 september 2022
I bought this book for my first solo cross country trip. As a single woman in her late 20s, it seemed like the right fit. Other reviews I read said you’d either love or hate this book.. I felt somewhere in the middle. It’s a good story about going out and living your life. I felt like it took a little while to get started, but definitely had several good, steamy stories without being raunchy. It made me laugh out loud more than once, and was relatable in other areas. More people, especially women, should embrace experiences like Kristen!