Bitchin' Blog Posts
Thank you to Tersia for the link to the following article, which I otherwise would never have seen: South African men are fans of the romance.
According to the article by Susan Comrie:
The biggest growth in the romance market is from the developing world. In India, 20 percent of romance readers are men and, although exact statistics don’t exist for South Africa, CNA estimates that South African men make up a similar slice of their English and Afrikaans romance novel buyers.
So who is to blame for romance infiltrating the traditionally testosterone-dominated male psyche?
The global economic crisis, for one. Unlike other businesses, the romance novel business flourishes during recessions.
I am sort of fascinated by the high romance readership numbers among men in South Africa and India. But the best part is the last quote of the article from author Paul White, as Tersia pointed out:
“If there’s no romance, no fantasy, no imagination, we’re nothing but a bunch of chemical processes trying to stay alive for as long as possible and that’s no fun at all.
“The day the romance dies is the day I find a new planet.”
And periodically we remind you of the utter cuteness that is the Smithsonian Zoo FerretCam. This is one of those times.
[Thanks to Diane Whiteside for the reminder.]
And if that didn’t rock your sox, Sherry Thomas offers the following:
Too awesome to fail. As Sherry says, “a real life example of mantitty with all-the-way unbuttoned shirt that is still tucked in. The WTF is just extra.” True that.
I love how in this article, romance novels are “dirty literary secrets.” John Sutherland admis to loving Jilly Cooper, while most of us, according to the article, fib about our reading choices. According to a “World Book Day survey, 1984, War and Peace and Ulysses are the favoured white lies.” Cue the nearest desk - then slam your head against it. Repeat!