...or rather, a chick's-guide-to-life-after-college: first apartment, first office job, etc. It is something like 50,000 words long. Since INTERN herself is female and in the midst of her own first job-like endeavour, the eds figured INTERN was obviously qualified.
Word has searched the document and found 1293 occurrences of the word "latte".
Word has searched the document and found 981 occurrences of the word "shoe".
Word has searched the document and found 602 occurrences of the word "cocktail".
INTERN is thinking back to her roommate in freshman year of college, ostensibly the prototypical chick, who indeed drank a lot of lattes, went on dates, and owned many a pair of shoes, but was also an accomplished french-horn player, a savvy businesswoman, and deeply spiritual to boot. Don't get INTERN wrong, the chick-lit thing can be fun and intelligent and authentic, but just plugging in a lot of chick-related keywords doesn't make the book suitable for so-called chicks any more than plugging in the words "hail satan" ad infinitum makes a book suitable for death metal fans. Chick-ness has to arise organically from the material, not be splattered over the ms like an...um...spilt bottle of nail polish.
INTERN has learned that her roommate is throwing another house party tonight, start time 12:30 AM, so she has been making a lot of trips to the office kitchenette for coffee in anticipation. Straight coffee—no lattes, mind you! Those are for chicks!