It Offends My Eyes
(Cross-posted from
kittnapocalypse )
I don't even know where to start with this one. When this
showed up in my reader at first I was pretty sure it was a joke until I did a little research on the author. The "journalist" (or would that be "journalista"?), writes:
Real [increase in male readership] won't occur until publishers band together and make a concentrated effort to re-masculate reading. One option, I suppose, would be to publish special gentlemen's editions of books that are currently targeted at women, but might actually have male appeal. Female protagonists could be given male names, and romantic plots could be tweaked slightly to be more about football. My editor was not a fan of my suggestion of a special manned-up print run of my (quite feminine) book with a cover featuring a tractor and a pint, but I am holding out hope for the second edition once the trend catches on.
Yes, because switching the gender of a main character is as simple as swapping names, and men's interests can be boiled down to football, beer, and heavy machinery.
WTF Guardian.
The writer, one Jean Hannah Edelstein's, personal website
states that Ms. Edelstein "is a London-based journalist with a signature style that combines New York sass and British wit." The sassy/witty journalista's first book, Himglish and Femalese: Why women don't get why men don't get them
, sold wherever shit (I'm sorry, "shite") is sold, looks pretty amazing. Although the title alone would have been hearty enough fuel for the glowing coal of hate that now dwells in my chest the book description is really just the absolute end. I'll refrain from quoting it in its entirety but here is a choice excerpt:
...Don't furrow your brow. Jean Hannah Edelstein is here to lead you through the perplexing questions of what it means to be a man or a woman and to live with men and women in the twenty-first century.
With a spectacular talent for unpicking social trends, Edelstein draws equally on experiential and anecdotal evidence, as well as the latest scientific studies, delivering a witty, edgy and definitive manual - dare we also say womanual? - to understanding your partner/husband/ boyfriend/girlfriend and any permutations thereof.
Yeah. So rather then editorialize on that I'm just going to pull out my NYC edition sassy womanual on constructing sniper rifles out of discarded tampon tubes and underwire bras and go break some gender stereotypes over this idiot's head.
/rant
PS: Also on a chick-lit note I'm sure anyone living in NYC has seen these on the subway platforms by now but they're just so hilarious
I have to share. Whither thou careers, Jerry O'Connell, Leann Rimes, Brittany Murphy, and Claire from Lost. Whither thou dignity?
PPS: I cannot tell a lie. I am totally hoping to score the Midnight Bayou poster for my room. HAWT.
kittnapocalypse )
I don't even know where to start with this one. When this
showed up in my reader at first I was pretty sure it was a joke until I did a little research on the author. The "journalist" (or would that be "journalista"?), writes:
Real [increase in male readership] won't occur until publishers band together and make a concentrated effort to re-masculate reading. One option, I suppose, would be to publish special gentlemen's editions of books that are currently targeted at women, but might actually have male appeal. Female protagonists could be given male names, and romantic plots could be tweaked slightly to be more about football. My editor was not a fan of my suggestion of a special manned-up print run of my (quite feminine) book with a cover featuring a tractor and a pint, but I am holding out hope for the second edition once the trend catches on.
Yes, because switching the gender of a main character is as simple as swapping names, and men's interests can be boiled down to football, beer, and heavy machinery.
WTF Guardian.
The writer, one Jean Hannah Edelstein's, personal website
states that Ms. Edelstein "is a London-based journalist with a signature style that combines New York sass and British wit." The sassy/witty journalista's first book, Himglish and Femalese: Why women don't get why men don't get them
, sold wherever shit (I'm sorry, "shite") is sold, looks pretty amazing. Although the title alone would have been hearty enough fuel for the glowing coal of hate that now dwells in my chest the book description is really just the absolute end. I'll refrain from quoting it in its entirety but here is a choice excerpt:
...Don't furrow your brow. Jean Hannah Edelstein is here to lead you through the perplexing questions of what it means to be a man or a woman and to live with men and women in the twenty-first century.
With a spectacular talent for unpicking social trends, Edelstein draws equally on experiential and anecdotal evidence, as well as the latest scientific studies, delivering a witty, edgy and definitive manual - dare we also say womanual? - to understanding your partner/husband/ boyfriend/girlfriend and any permutations thereof.
Yeah. So rather then editorialize on that I'm just going to pull out my NYC edition sassy womanual on constructing sniper rifles out of discarded tampon tubes and underwire bras and go break some gender stereotypes over this idiot's head.
/rant
PS: Also on a chick-lit note I'm sure anyone living in NYC has seen these on the subway platforms by now but they're just so hilarious
I have to share. Whither thou careers, Jerry O'Connell, Leann Rimes, Brittany Murphy, and Claire from Lost. Whither thou dignity?
PPS: I cannot tell a lie. I am totally hoping to score the Midnight Bayou poster for my room. HAWT.