So I just checked my email, and there was one from Barnes & Noble pushing Mother's Day gifts.
WTF, B&N? Do you automatically assume that I, as a mother, will want copies of The Blind Side and Michael Buble's CD and The Postmistress [which I've never even heard of]? Because I used my womb, I am automatically consigned to that marketing demographic? The one with pop standards and feel good movies and books about prim and proper mail ladies [I'm guessing. Who knows?]? The one that assumes that all I think about are loving family crap and easy listening?
I am a woman who has many interests, who is strong and smart and talented and who enjoys stretching her mind and life beyond her comfort zone. Who has a background and life that is NOT cookie-cutter and whose life experiences are not to be stuck in some niche to be peddled to. Who is a feminist and pro-choice and believes in her strengths.
Although, actually, I do kind of want to see The Blind Side [I heart Sandra Bullock, and I can hopefully get past the whole white-family-saves-black-kid thing] and I've liked the one or two Michael Buble songs I've heard. Plus, his last name is fun. And makes me giggle.
STILL. STOP STEREOTYPING ME.
[That 50% off is kind of tempting. Bastards.]
I interviewed once to be an author's assistant, so I bought a few of her books in preparation. Problem: The books were about healthy lifestyles and eating habits. Now, every time a book comes out that is in that genre, Amazon emails me to say, "As a customer who once bought XXXX, we think you'll love, 'So, You're a Fucking Fat Ass' and 'Once on the Lips, Forever on Your Pasty White Hips.' "
ReplyDeleteWith a name like "Amazon," you'd think they'd be less judgy. But no.