I love to read. My earliest memories of myself involve carrying books around everywhere I went. That love of the written word, whether in my eyes or flowing from my own pen is strong in this one.
So many books have influenced my over my life. I discovered
feminism and matriarchy via fairy tales and myths, stories that taught me how women could and did stand up for themselves, living full rich lives. I learned about the world outside of my own, different religions and human evolution, both physical and spiritual. My entire
philosophy of religion was altered forever in my late teens, causing a lasting rift between me and my family, never again allowing us to see eye to eye on the topic. Like I said, I love to read.
Today though, reading along happily through various genres, research for the new story that is flying from my pen, comes some disturbing questions. Who are these books for? The great part about the Ebook revolution is that many authors who might otherwise never get noticed are getting a chance to shine. The bad part about the Ebook revolution is not all of these authors are good. There. I said it.
That is not what's troubling me though. What is troubling me is books where the heroine is in love with a man she is convinced is gay but who falls madly in love with her. This theme bothers me for so many reasons. It's just as bad though when the gay best friend is more over the top than any gay friend I've ever had. (And honey, I've been friends with drag queens, so I know from over the top.)
The stories of women who are plus size (read: average!) who love themselves yet spend the whole book criticizing their body. The ones who are grown yet conducting entire fake relationships with men they've never met and ignoring the ones in front of them. Do women still do that in real life? I always thought that was a high school thing.....
Can someone please explain to me why women my age love reading books about teenagers?
One of the worst of the current wave is the modest-but-secretly-stunning-blonde-with-cornflour-blue-eyes who is forced to sigh as her beautiful, brunette, tiny waisted best friend gets dates left and right. Luckily it turns out that the big, strong,
very rich hunk of man only has eyes for the main character.
Like I said,
who are these books for? Why are women writing books for women that seem secretly aimed at men?
On the surface it seems as though many of these female characters are strong, capable, smart. Yet somehow they are disgusted with themselves for having hearts, falling in love or being vulnerable. Even the loneliest among them have a sidekick, often a mouthy best friend or an adorable little old lady. My least favorite of the chick lit lot is the one where a woman has 'suffered a terrible attack/tragedy/savage blah blah' that now allows her to see the light and change her ways.
Maybe this is why it's hard for women today to be the Heroines of their own lives. Being immersed in these books is creating a false sense for us, no better than the magazines that insist we need to be thin, totter around on high heels and learn how best to please a man. Without good strong examples, how do we know that
standing on our own two feet is a real possibility?
It isn't a requirement that you be perfect to have a beautiful life. In fact the opposite seems to be true: so much of the juicy stuff will be found in the imperfect moments. Even if your waist isn't tiny, your man isn't rich, you don't turn out to secretly have the beauty of a supermodel. Read with a light heart knowing that the beauty of you is just as it should be. Don't forget to recommend your favorites to me.
