1:00 pm, June 9th | by s.e. smith, xoJane.com
It should come as no surprise to anyone to learn that the Scholastic Book Fair was one of the highlights of my year as a child. I was so excited when the forms were passed out and I would spend hours poring over the list to make my selections. Inevitably, I’d pay for my books in the change my father got as part of his tips from working at the bar1 and I’d painstakingly write my name in the front of each one as soon as I got it. But I’m rethinking my love for the company in the wake of this post at Interactive Reader about one of the most mindblowing sexist pairings of books ever.