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May 09, 2013 20:29

A man and a woman can write books about the same subject matter, at the same level of quality, and that woman is simple more likely to get the soft-sell cover with the warm glow and the feeling of smooth jazz blowing off of it.

Dear god, it's so true. Imagine if it was a Britney Easton Ellis who wrote American Psycho or a Charlotte Pahlaniuk who wrote Fight Club. American Psycho would have a pink cover with a giggling smilie-face, while Fight Club would look like an enormous shopping ad with a pink bar of soap, complete with brand name and fluffy bubbles. Look at some other gender-flipped books and be amazed.

This article breaks my fucking heart. (TW: rape, slut-shaming, and obvious sexism)

You're a war photographer, and you get stuck with a title like "Shutterbabe." How fucking lovely.

You know, independent publishing is starting to look more appealing by the minute. The last thing I want for my Lovecraftian horror novel inspired by Eversion is to have some kinda "tee hee!" cover of a "sexy" chick posing in the middle of a sunflower field while being ogled by werewolves or something. (Which don't even appear in the novel)










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