Lately I've been spending a lot of time lurking around MySpace promoting Trashionista and I must admit I've been disappointed by how chick lit readers talk about the genre.
"Hate to admit it, but I love the chick lit."
"I just read trashy chick lit. You know a little brain numbing never hurt anyone."
"the ridiculous 'chick lit' genre - especially those British ones, they're really quite amusing."
Why are we so embarrassed to read what we like to read?
I think it's probably a female thing, I doubt men are so apologetic about anything they read, whether it be fantasy or thrillers (or comics!).
I've said it before and I'll say it again - I'm proud to be a chick lit reader! Not just because I edit a chick lit blog, but because chick lit speaks to me. It makes me laugh. I makes me cry. I identify with it and, yes, I learn from it. And not just about shoes (it's really not just about shoes!).
As one savvy MySpacer put it:
"My favorite is a light-hearted good read that makes me laugh out loud and warms my heart."
Exactly. What's wrong with that?
Related posts: Marian Keyes on chick lit | In praise of chick lit (at last!) | Chick lit is a feminist issue
