From the Sydney Morning Herald:
As historian Clare Wright tours the country to promote her book about the women of the Eureka Stockade, she often notices "the dick table" - a display at the front of a bookshop of books by and about men, including some about Eureka.
She has been known to move her book from the Australian history shelves to sit with them.
"Retail sabotage," she calls it. "How are you going to know what these books left out unless you're offered the alternative?"
While I understand both the philosophy and the intent here, speaking as a former bookseller who used to witness authors engaging in similar shenanigans on a semi-regular basis, that is SO obnoxious. Like, why not ask the manager to move it? Sure, that might feel pushy, but that way, the employees will A) not move it right back to the Australian History section where it "belongs" when the stealth migration is discovered, and B) ACTUALLY KNOW WHERE THE BOOK IS WHEN SOMEONE ASKS FOR IT.
Does she also move items around in the grocery store so that they are more to her liking? Does she rearrange the tables in restaurants, or her friends' bookshelves? What about library displays? WHERE DOES IT ALL END???
Okay, sorry. A good amount of this outrage clearly stems from My Stuff, but holy entitlement. (And entitlement couched in social justice, which is even more annoying.)