Ending the Stigma that Comes with Self-Help Books
I shouldn’t be embarrassed about my favorite genre.
Please don’t ask me what I’m reading, please don’t ask me what I’m reading…
I love all sorts of books, but these days mainly self-help books line my shelves. Not the corny kind with titles like “How to Keep a Good Man” though.
See what I did there? I immediately feel the need to defend what I read. Like it’s anyone’s business why I get so much out of this particular genre.
I can’t be the only one cowering in the self-help section of the bookstore. It’s almost as bad as when you’re nose deep into the Kama Sutra Bible and a sweet little granny comes by; you can just feel her judging eyes on the back of your head.
Maybe the longstanding stigma regarding self-help books has gotten to me and I instinctively became ashamed of something I shouldn’t be.
Vulnerability is too often seen as a sign of weakness, especially in men that are supposed to be exemplary standards of macho-ness, aka douche bags.
It needs to end.
My conviction for these books is strong, and despite all the love I have for other genre’s, I am most…
