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I spend 50% of my day writing books, 25% of my day thinking about what I'm going to eat next, 12% of my day chilling with my dog, 8% of my day bitching, 3% of my day drinking wine, and 2% of my day lamenting the fact that I'll never have abs like Marisa Miller. That might not even add up to 100%, I don't know, I don't really like math.

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A male writer once told me, in a moment of ill-advised but unforgettable honesty, that when it comes to books, “boys compete with boys and girls compete with girls, like the Olympics.” Much as I’d like it to be otherwise, this is demonstrably at least somewhat true. And no matter how many times some writer–female, always–writes a piquant, well-reasoned op-ed about this phenomenon, it will remain true that carefully observed, quietly funny, romantic stories about friends, love, work and families will be marketed and reviewed as “chick lit” or “literary chick lit” if they are by women and as “coming of age stories” or “astute psychological realism” if they are by men.

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Emily Gould What Are Women Fighting About? (via fluffynotes)

Very interesting article …

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