The book Female Chauvinist Pigs may be an excellent book, for all I know. I’m sure it’s a Stinging Indictment of Modern Society. But if I may, allow me to draw your attention to the following quote from the Amazon book summary:
Writing vividly, she brings her readers to places she visited to make her assessment; the elevator of Playboy Enterprises with women auditioning to be Playmates in the fiftieth anniversary edition, a Florida beach where sunbathers urge a woman to take off her bathing suit for the camera crew of Girls Gone Wild, a San Francisco Italian restaurant where a lesbian worries she’s not dressed up enough for her date, a CAKE party in New York, with women grinding each other’s pelvises in time to pulsating dance rhythms, and outside a juice bar in Oakland where a beautiful high school student shares disappointment at her experiences with sex.
(Emphasis mine). Hey, major media? Publishing industry? There is a United States outside of California and New York City. I know this may come as a shock. Yes, I know that Florida is not technically part of either California or NYC, but it’s for all intents and purposes our nation’s Emergency Backup California, maintained in case California ever falls into the sea.
Almost every time I hear about some new trend or menace that’s “sweeping the nation”, it turns out that it’s really sweeping some rarefied bi-coastal hipster culture that has no connection to me or anyone I know. Every creative type should be required to spend a summer in Bumfuck Idaho – or even in a major city other than NYC, SF, or LA – before being granted their liberal-arts degree.