Whether you enjoy reading it or not, “chick lit” deserves respect. Just like scifi, mystery, romance, literary, fantasy, YA, or whatever. No, not every “chick lit” title is a thought-provoking look at the complex juggling act of modern-day womanhood — but not every title is about a thin twenty-something meeting Mr. Right on a shopping spree, either. As with any genre, there is a variety, a spectrum from serious to light content, from good to bad writing. And let it be said that those two spectrums are NOT related.
On Facebook, I saw an announcement about International Chick Lit Month, and some of the comments really frustrated me. After I took a deep breath and counted to three, this was my response:
The “chick lit” I know celebrates women who make choices about their lives — whether it’s who to love, what career to pursue, what dress to buy, or how to embrace their weaknesses along with their strengths. I don’t live in a world where those kinds of decisions are silly or shameful. I feel sorry for anyone who does.
And that’s pretty much all I have to say about that.
Except this one last thing: I once heard the phrase “smart chick lit,” and I thought, “What a great term!” Because I knew what it was trying to say, what it meant. But now I’m having second thoughts. Because the opposite of that is “stupid chick lit,” and I don’t like what that implies.