My favorite is the woman whose sole duty in life is to dote on her husband.

I agree, that the print ads are cute and not demeaning in any way. Like others, I tried to see something that could be offensive.

BUT…I wish they’d given the bride picture more facial bling – it seems that they scrubbed her face before taking the picture. I’m sure Delhi brides would be pretty pissed if that was the photograph that represented them! Ha ha. (In fact, I think Delhi brides have a ludicrous amount of make up on)

“I think there is a world market for maybe five computers.” –chairman of IBM, 1943

Sure it can be sort of annoying that the covers are all mehndi, bindhi, saris, bangles, spices. But doesn’t that speak to the number of SA authors getting book deals?

Yeah, it’s a good thing, they’ve paved the way. Now if they’d only flex the muscle they’ve amassed for cover approval rights. It’s been 24 years since Midnight’s Children.

i wasn’t offended…. was i supposed to be?

You’ve been sepiawashed. In the future, I’ll be sure to put a big happy or sad face next to the post

Picked up on it weeks ago. Have just been lazy

The world will never be paperless Manish. Give it up

I was really surprised to see these ads on the subway. Expected to be pissed off when I read the text, the small print, the other ads in the series…somewhere! something!

But nope. these are very cute, and I appreciate the weight given to other cultural traditions. Methinks I smell a desi behind this ad campaign!

Re: publishing. Sure it can be sort of annoying that the covers are all mehndi, bindhi, saris, bangles, spices. But doesn’t that speak to the number of SA authors getting book deals? Isn’t it rather awesome that a bangladeshi woman’s memoir about her mother’s relationship with her ayya (or whatever – I just made this up) is promoted in book clubs and B&N?

Look at African authors….unless you’re a white South African, it’s still really hard to get a book deal. Publishers aren’t interested in tales of modern tribesmen trying to eke a living, or the seamy underside of Nairobi, or the forbidden love between a Sudanese and an Ethiopian.

I’m not saying we should accept what is, out of gratitude that it’s not worse…but baby steps, yeah?

so i got mendhi up past my elbows [my cousin is completely nuts--her wedding...why am i getting bridal mendhi? anyways..] i was working at a juvenile court this past summer and still had fresh mendhi running down my arms well into my first week of work. a little boy who was at the court for a termination of parental right hearing and hadn’t said even one word all morning—walks up to me and says “those are really COOL tattoos!” heehehe… talk about an ice breaker.

about the photos–i wasn’t offended…. was i supposed to be?