Stadtmiller

From the popular, “fresh, funny, and highly readable” (Bustle) dating columnist for New York magazine and the New York Post comes a whirlwind memoir recounting countless failed romances and blackout nights, told with her unflinching candor and brilliant wit.

My story is not unique. Single girl comes to New York; New York eats her alive. But what does stand out is my discovery that you can essentially live a life that appears to be a textbook manual for everything one can do wrong to find love—and still find Mr. Right.

Mandy Stadtmiller came to Manhattan in 2005, newly divorced, thirty years old, with a job at the New York Post, ready to conquer the city and the industry in one fell swoop. Like a real-life Carrie Bradshaw, she proceeded to chronicle her soul-crushing downfall on the pages of the Post, New York magazine, and xoJane, for nearly nine years with an excruciating amount of honesty, earning her legions of fans.

But it was when she gave up on love that she came to terms with who she was; broken, in pain, hurting, and angry. So she got sober and gained control of her life and it paid off. On the very last day of her thirties, she got engaged on the steps of Times Square to a man, a twice divorced stand-up comedian with sixteen years sobriety—a man who spoke red flag fluently—but who couldn’t wait to make her his wife. Finally falling in love and getting married didn’t magically somehow fix her—but it did represent a metamorphosis of spirit.

With “incomparable” (New York) wit, unflinching candor, unabashed sexuality, and unprecedented levels of raw, honest pain, Unwifeable is a book that you can’t help but respond and relate to—perfect for fans of Amy Schumer, Chelsea Handler, and Sarah Hepola.