There's a point in which you stop reading books as if they were about you, or models that you are expected to imitate, and you think of them as statements by th

There's a point in which you stop reading books as if they were about you, or models that you are expected to imitate, and you think of them as statements by the people that wrote them, at the time that they wrote them, and interesting if you want to understand the times they were written in. Spoiled children of privilege work at publishers because no one else can afford degrees from the right colleges, then move on to working for free in New York, or being handed the job by a friend of a friend. They have no concept of art that doesn't involve seeing themselves "reflected" in it, and they think "inclusion" is them allowing other types of people to see themselves in art (and they think that they should be praised for this "tolerance" and "celebration" of "identities.") Real inclusion is having a system that includes people working in it that aren't all from the same flaky class, and with the new addition of queer identities, all of your diversity can consist of wealthy straight white people (there's barely any reason to pretend to be Native American, Hispanic, or black anymore.) Their awful scribbles on the works of their superiors (the significantly less narcissistic privileged white people of the past) age like fish, and their work will be seen by relatively normal people from the future as bowdlerized works are seen now: as birdcage liner.