by Kathryn Jean Lopez

An e-mail:

So. I’m looking for Florence of Arabia—a last-minute gift for the
missus—at my local Hastings. It’s quite possibly the worst
books/music/movies store in the history of books/music/movies stores,
but it’s nearer my house than Borders and Barnes & Noble. I know, I
know: I should have ordered it from the NR bookstore, but it was an
impulse thing today.

Anyway, I can’t find it. It’s not in the “humor” section (but
something by the annoying Wanda Sykes is), nor is it in the novels
section, nor is it in the “new arrivals” display at the front of the
store (again heavily populated by Ms. Sykes’ book).

Not terribly surprised, I turned to the in-store computer search
thingy, typed in “Christopher Buckley” and “Florence of Arabia” just
for fun, and, to my horror, saw that, if the book were in stock, it’d
be located in the “women’s studies” section!

I swear to you I’m not making this up. WOMEN’S STUDIES!!!

Oh, and Merry Christmas.

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