Just read classics, it's not like trashy novels erase the good ones.
That reminds me of a conversation I had with that roommate.
She apparently followed this blog or something that shared books written by men that focused on women's bodies to a comical degree. It was called "She walked breastfully down the stairs" or something. She read me some of the excerpts and they were
comically bad. Like, a woman wakes up in the morning and the first sentence is describing her thoughts on her chest.
But when I said that I'd never once read anything like that in a published work, she responded ignorantly with, "Well, do you even read books?" I stared at her for a moment, looked at the ****ing wall of books within view of the table, and said, "Yeah, I kinda went to school for that specifically." I tried to have a conversation about how publishing standards and people's patience for reading have declined and modern works have a litany of problems that classic literature lacks, but she was convinced I just didn't notice it when I read because I was a man and the conversation just kind of ended.
Also of note, I saw everything she moved into my house and the closest thing to a book I saw her bring in was a stack of Cosmo magazines.