My boss, the head of the publisher I work for, told me that a recent conference she attended made her feel less than human. Not a moment went by, during the fifteen-hour days, where someone didn't try to snag her to pitch a book. "I was surprised by the level of desperation." She remarked that a fellow industry friend called her "chum." You know, chum. The type of bait that lures marine animals into a feeding frenzy. Over the past few years, I've noticed some disturbing trend
