Y: The Last Man

Sigh.
We started off with Girlfriend cavorting around the Australian Outback in a bikini top and daisy dukes (skin cancer, anyone?), and the book goes downhill from there.
This seems to have been written not to address any sort of gender issues or stereotypes (which the premise is totally set up to succeed at, but instead fails miserably), but to reassure men that without them the world would lack electricity, planes, a stable government, and common sense.