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Unfortunately, I think I do get the concept – a much, much shallower version of a specialty or theme cruise without the cabin, 24-7 food, swimming pool, stops in exotic ports, spectacular sunrises and sunsets. In short, it’s a highbrow version of a shopping trip in a super Wal-Mart when the free sample folks are serving Jimmy Dean sausage biscuits and small cups of Hi-C.
The only thing they could have done to make it less appropriate would be to have it at Blahnik’s and serve Cosmopolitans.
Hmm, you think I’m being too harsh?
No, I think you’re missing the central point, which is that it’s a party for a book which claims to be Not Chick Lit, but it’s in a completely chick-lit style. Contextual dissonance is the issue, not the inherent ridiculousness of these book parties, not that that is ever in question.
You’re right – I turned it into a class issue when it’s really more a matter of literary pretension of the worst sort . . . with free samples.
20% OFF!!! I wonder if any of the authors can afford the damn bags from Dooney and Burke, which are themselves only Hermes knockoffs themselves.
It reminds me of that horrible “My First Time” ad I posted a few weeks ago, and the dumb “Shoes for Female Candidates” British fundraiser. Why must we be stuffed back into this pink-collar consumerist bourgeois ghetto all the damn time?