Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Barnes & Noble: Another case of corporate homophobia?


I am seriously furious right now and you, my lucky readers, get to hear all about it, so to speak.

It seems Barnes & Noble is giving into the societal demands of discrimination these days. Not too long ago, they used to have a fairly decent Gay & Lesbian section. It wasn’t enormous, but it was dedicated section that was marked with with their nice green signs with white writing on it. In the section, they had works of fiction as well as nonfiction - everything from advice to stories. Apparently, corporate homophobia has taken over yet another chain.

Last night, my fiance and I went to our local B&N to look for a few books and walked throughout the entire store several times in an attempt to find the “Gay & Lesbian” section that used to be so clearly marked. We passed green sign after green sign. After 30 minutes of walking in circles, I was getting increasingly irritated so we decided to to track down a worker and ask. Make note that I NEVER ask for direction from floor staff so for me to do so meant that a LOT of frustration was coursing through my veins. After another two trips around the store to find a member of the staff, my knuckles were white and my jaw was clenched. My fiance touched my shoulder and said we should just forget it but now it’s all about the principle. Just when I was about to climb the shelves to get someone’s attention, we found a staff member and I somehow bit back my frustration and asked politely where the much sought after section was. Her reply was “Oh, um, I’ll have to show you because um...” which ended in an incomprehensible mumble. That response made me positive it wasn’t going to end well. We walked through the maze of aisles to keep up with her alarmingly quick rate of speed and when she stopped we looked at her with confused yet cynical eyes. She exhaled deeply and crouched down to point out a tiny white label with black writing on the very bottom shelf that meekly announced we had arrived. Before my fiance could calm me, I blatantly blurted out “You have got to be f***ing kidding me!” Are you ready for this folks?

The “Gay & Lesbian” section was reduced to a single shelf under a big green sign that said "Women's Interests." Yup, apparently the entire LGBT category of books can be classified as “Women’s Interests.” One single damn shelf on the very bottom that was labeled by a tiny white label 2 inches above the floor. A label that cannot even be seen unless you have taken to searching for book categories on your knees. This single tiny bottom shelf was not filled with novels or advice-riddled books by authors who have made sales through B&N in days past. No, no, no, my friends. Instead it was filled only with gay and lesbian erotica. As if the only reason we would ever pick up a book is to satisfy a thirst for lust. Talk about playing into a stereotype!! My first thought was how joyous it must be if a gay male was looking for a work of fiction or gay studies and was lead to the "Women's Interest" section. I can tell you right now that if that lady had pointed out this section under the heading “Men’s Interests” the entire store would have heard my fit of outrage. How in the HELL do stories about gay men fall under “Women’s Interests?” My second thought was how sad it was that we were reduced to a single shelf under an inappropriate heading. B&N was always one of my favorite places, now it appears they have given into the societal demands of bias and discrimination, feeding into the stereotypical folds that we have to fight every day.

In a last ditch effort, we searched for two common LGBT magazines. Sadly, they no longer carry the Advocate and Curve magazine wasn't found despite their claims of it being housed in the women's interest section of the magazine rack. We were able to find magazines about drugs, model trains, bloodletting, and just about every other hobby but no LGBT mags in sight. It’s a sad world when a magazine called “High Times” displaying a cover photo of marijuana and drug paraphernalia is more accepted than the news-filled Advocate.

Now this particular experience occurred in the Oceanside B&N store and in an effort to not falsely rage about B&N, I visited a couple other stores in other cities and contacted some friends in other areas. Apparently, this is happening in many cities and states so it’s obviously a corporate issue and not a single incident.

Barnes & Noble used to be my favorite place to spend time. Due to their now discriminatory practices, they have lost several customers and will lose more over time. Hatred and bias will not win and you can bet that the next letter I’m writing is to the B&N Corporate office.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Dreamin' while awake

To say I’m tired these days is an understatement. I think I average about 4 hours of sleep a night, if I’m lucky. There are days I drive to the office in a daze...literally not remembering how I even got there once I find I’ve arrived. It’s not really the safest way to make a 2-hour commute, but apparently I’m pretty damn good at it. My creativity is lost when I’m suffering from exhaustion. I find motivation to be just out of reach, at best. This frustrates me because I’m a very creative person as many people can attest to, so when I lack that I get irritable and a bit down. Gone are the hours I usually spend writing poetry, doing projects, or working on my book. The thoughts and ideas are there, they just don’t blossom into coherence.

With that in mind, let me reflect on how my mind does work while battling exhaustion. It happens at the most inopportune time - while I’m lying in bed waiting for the sleep fairy to take me to dream land. Now remember that my imagination runs wild as past posts have relayed. While I’m lying there, my mind will begin to race. Now I’m not talking like a foot race...no no...I’m talking like a 250-mph speed boat race. On an average night, my fiance constantly jokes that I dream while I’m awake in bed. I will be fully awake - can talk, hear, feel - yet my mind will be in another very vivid world. Similar to daydreaming yet more so. She often laughs at me because I will be so caught up in my mind that I’ll start telling her about what I’m seeing or experiencing. It really is like dreaming while wide awake. I’ve no idea how this happens. I know I’m lying there with my eyes closed, praying that the sleep fairy will visit and I will feel my body relax then there goes my mind - busting out of the gates as if a pistol went off. Okay, so check this: the other night I “dreamt” that we were driving down the road when a blue car passed by me. When I glanced at the car I saw it had a blue Ford Mustang body but instead of wheels, it had 4 long legs that were galloping at a high rate of speed. I laughed out loud and when my fiance asked me what was so funny I shared the info and told her that it must be the new 2016 Mustang model. She patted my head and said my brain needs studied when I die. I don’t necessarily disagree. I digress. My point was simply that all the creativity I have no motivation to follow through with due to exhaustion somehow invades my mind when I’m trying so hard to sleep. It’s quite counterproductive, I must say. 

Let it be noted that my imagination has cooked up some pretty wild inventions. If I was actually inventive enough to invent my imagined inventions, I’d be a fairly successful member of society.

It’s about time to make another 2-hour commute so until next time, my friends. Ciao.