And…” he said, tentatively, trying to walk along a very narrow fence. “You reject these white straight men?” He pictured her shrugging and smirking simultaneously. “Not always. I mean not every time. But you and I both know that WSM have absolutely dominated Publishing since books were sold. God,” she continued, and now he pictured her rolling her eyes, “Since time immemorial rich straight white men have been running everything. We’ve all read The Catcher in the Rye. It’s boring! Caulfield is a disgusting, privileged brat! Women and non-white writers have begun decolonizing their own inner capture and they’re writing like never before. Some of them just need a little help. I mean, someone like you, Black and trans: I can only imagine the oppression you experience every single day.”