Interests:reading (see "Website:" for my amazon wishlist), writing, playing tennis, quilting, watching foreign and independent films, traveling Occupation:Student
God I wish I were in Mexico, inhaling salty ocean mist. I want to sink my hands into the cool sand and listen to the hoarse sea--its roar, its slap, its moan. It doesn't have to be Mexico really--it can be Brazil or California or Thailand or Oregon or Spain or Massachusetts. Everywhere the great maw of ocean draws me, stirs some primordial fish inside, and I will stand wind-lashed and staring, so paralyzed with the thrill that I can hardly breathe.
But I breathe. And my little, fragile chest heaves. And my brain is filled with thunder.
I take offense to your "Women's Fiction" category. Why is there a Women's Fiction where there's no corresponding Men's Fiction? By having this category, you are implying that a woman's interest is somehow secondary, that being male is normal and being a woman is something else.
Also, how do you figure that what women are interested in is "Divorce," "Domestic Life," "Friendship," "Mothers and Children," "Single Life," and "Sisters"? Why are these topics only the purview of women? And what about women who aren't interested in these categories at all?
I find this type of classification damaging. They reinforce gender stereotypes that are constantly forming incoming generations into the same old limiting molds of the past. I urge you, as a responsible company, to remove them as soon as possible.
