I, I, I, I can’t take this anymore.
Let me tell you how it generally works before your book gets reviewed in the Times. The editor asks your agent for an author photo. Your agent consults with you and… you, Sheila Heti, an otherwise pretty girl, find it fit to send a blurry photo in an ill-fitting, tatty thrift-store dress. To the New York Times. What is a girl to do? HOW SHOULD A PERSON DRESS?
It’s time to launch my services: styling female authors before they get their author photos taken.
Not that it matters in the slightest one way or the other, but I actually really like this dress and think it looks great on Sheila Heti.
I also liked the book, which was the actual thing reviewed in the Times.
Wow, really? You’re going to offer your styling services to female authors you find frumpy, Sheila McClear? How generous of you.
This bullshit needs to stop. For starters, the Times sends a photographer, is how it “generally works.” And then you have a choice: you can dress yourself up and let everyone criticize you for being pretty and unserious, or you can dress down in the hopes of appearing more serious, and let everyone criticize you for being frumpy. The point is, if you’re a woman, people will take any excuse they’re given not to talk about the actual book you’ve written. So what are you supposed to do, not let them take the photo? If you do that, they’ll find some photo of you that was taken years ago, probably the one you most want to forget.
You know who doesn’t have this problem? Men.
Re-style your brain, Sheila McClear. You are a tool of the patriarchy.