Last week, I asked the universe for book suggestions as I sought out secular feminist critique/anti-feminist writings.  Since then, I've spent too many hours poking around on Amazon, searching for keywords, and clicking over to more and more recommended products.  I've added some new books to my wishlist that I hadn't heard of before, as well as some classics that we're all supposed to read.

The Smart People Books I haven't read could fill a swimming pool, frankly, but I don't lose any sleep over it.  I actually like that my opinions and analyses are largely from my own little head, and not ideas I simply lifted from the reading list of a Women's Studies 101 course.  I'm not saying it's a bad thing to read up landmark works on any topic - I should do more of it myself - but I think we've all been in debates with people where it's obvious they don't have an original idea of their own and are only capable of quoting/paraphrasing what someone famous has said on the subject.

In my effort to expand my fancy book-learnin' horizons, I've been looking at the popular feminist classics I have not read.  I think that I'll enjoy a few of them, while others will probably feel like I'm being waterboarded with stupidity.  As I went searching for these various texts, bracing myself for solid servings of man-hating and conservative views of sexuality, one made me stop in my tracks.  I realized that maybe I'm wrong about feminist theory.

Immediately upon finding it, Susan Faludi's most renowned work, Backlash, seems pretty fucking rad:

(If I win the lottery, I will devote my life to making low-budget action flicks starring scantily-clad gun-toting hot chicks, with titles such as The Second Sex, Female Chauvinist Pigs, and The Beauty Myth.  You know you already want to watch these movies.)