I have a confession to make: I am sexist.
Not that I’ve been paying my female employees less or expecting my wife to wash my feet every night, but... actually, let’s put it another way: I’m sexist when it comes to art.
I began having this realization two years ago, when I finally got around to reading Jane Austen. In my mind, her novels were about women chasing after men or vice versa, storylines whose protagonists could be replaced with Gerard Butler and Katherine Heigl without compromising their integrity.
Thanks for the reblog! I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
I really did, and I totally agree with stepping into the shoes of characters and seeing life through their eyes, understanding their motives, etc., regardless of whether the reader can relate to them. I do that a lot when it comes to writing, and it gives characters more depth.