According to one of my children who has spent time on web sites for writers, they are full of ads offering to pay people rather small amounts of money (often $50 or $100) to serve as "sensitivity reviewers" for book manuscripts.
I thought, what a way to make money! I could pose as a sensitivity reader with an expertise on every possible ethnic and gender situation. I could have a whole string of pseudonyns: Jay Whitewolf, Hector Gonzales, Ta-Nehisi Williams, Mahalia Brown, Susan Lepinski, Zephyr, Maddoger Bikerbabe, and an Appalachian sensitivity expert named Ripper T. Jackson.
I would do the reviews. I mean, I'm sure Google will tell me what the main red flags are. And I could be completely arbitrary as to whether I would just quibble about a couple of words or rip the whole thing to pieces for its plantation racist-neocolonial-transphobic-caveman sexist-suburban whitebread-out of touch Boomer attitudes.
And after I had duped people into paying me a few thousand dollars I could write an article for The New Yorker about the whole experience and what it says about America culture.
Foolproof!
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