I thought I’d jump in here and mention Permanent Tourists which features a lot of women, struggling with a lot of bad boys (who are a lot of fun at parties, but not so good as partners). As one character reflects on her father’s advice: “Men, he told her, are not feral dogs to be tamed. Go for one that’s already tame.” But she has always loved the wild ones, their unpredictability, their mood swings. They are unfulfilled promises, hope. Tame men are like domesticated dogs, panting, curled at one’s feet, desperate for fleeting shows of affection. No, the wild boys, the bad boys are untamable and that makes them exotic and desirable. Dean is simply the latest in a long line of dingoes.”