I'm sorry to say that I'm rushing out the door and don't have more than a minute to respond. But I do want to (beyond agreeing with birds, which I do, up to and including being sorry to hear that you've felt so upset, and having been quite upset by this myself) and for once, I think I can get at at least the crux of it concisely.
When you talk about taste-testing cookies....cookies don't have emotions or internal lives, they're wholly unaware of how they stack up to other cookies, whether they get wrapped in cellophane or thrown in the trash. I'm quite flabbergasted and, to be entirely honest, a bit insulted by the metaphor. If you're Jane in this metaphor, do you realize that reduces all of us authors - flesh and blood human people who put passion and energy into our words, who invest in them often quite deeply - to inanimate objects for you to curate? Do you realize that we - the authors on your list - are people and not cookies? Do you see where that makes a difference?
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When you talk about taste-testing cookies....cookies don't have emotions or internal lives, they're wholly unaware of how they stack up to other cookies, whether they get wrapped in cellophane or thrown in the trash. I'm quite flabbergasted and, to be entirely honest, a bit insulted by the metaphor. If you're Jane in this metaphor, do you realize that reduces all of us authors - flesh and blood human people who put passion and energy into our words, who invest in them often quite deeply - to inanimate objects for you to curate? Do you realize that we - the authors on your list - are people and not cookies? Do you see where that makes a difference?