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How to Be a Woman
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Fantastic book. Caitlin Moran is incredibly funny and I agree with pretty much everything she bitches about, from the shocking lack of self-proclaimed feminists to the utter uselessness of heels to abortion. So many great lines too:
On the lack of feminists: "When statistics come in saying that only 29 per cent of American women would describe themselves as feminist � and only 42 per cent of British women � I used to think, What do you think feminism IS, ladies? What part of ‘liberation for women� is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? ‘Vogue�, by Madonna? Jeans? Did all that good shit GET ON YOUR NERVES? Or were you just DRUNK AT THE TIME OF SURVEY?"
On fashion: "It’s like fucking Dragon’s Quest � an endless list of things you’ve got to run around and try and find; possibly in a cave, or under a sage."
On the usage of the word "pussy" in porn: "It’s got all that unpleasant physical-disconnect bullshit � women separated from their vaginas � that I find un-hot in bad pornography, PLUS gives the constant, unsettling impression that the gentleman might actually be referring to the woman’s cat, which is sitting just out of camera shot, glaring balefully."
On bras: "The bra is, perhaps, the rudest item of women’s clothing. If you do not doubt this, try this simple test: throw a bra at a nine-year-old boy. He will react as if he has had a live rat wanged at his head. He will run, screaming, away from you � like that Vietnamese kid covered in napalm. He cannot handle the rudeness of bras."
Some advice: "Another piece he gives me is: ‘Try not to be a total dick.� Once you’ve been told it, it’s amazing to note how many people appear not to have been told it. It is wise counsel."
On overeating: "I must be clear that I am not talking about the kind of overeating that’s just plain, cheerful greed � the kind of Rabelaisian, Falstaffian figures who treat the world as a series of sensory delights, and take full joy in their wine, bread and meat. Someone who walks away from a table � replete � shouting ‘THAT WAS SPLENDID!�, before sitting in front of a fire, drinking port and eating truffles, doesn’t have neuroses about food."
On the lack of feminists: "When statistics come in saying that only 29 per cent of American women would describe themselves as feminist � and only 42 per cent of British women � I used to think, What do you think feminism IS, ladies? What part of ‘liberation for women� is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? ‘Vogue�, by Madonna? Jeans? Did all that good shit GET ON YOUR NERVES? Or were you just DRUNK AT THE TIME OF SURVEY?"
On fashion: "It’s like fucking Dragon’s Quest � an endless list of things you’ve got to run around and try and find; possibly in a cave, or under a sage."
On the usage of the word "pussy" in porn: "It’s got all that unpleasant physical-disconnect bullshit � women separated from their vaginas � that I find un-hot in bad pornography, PLUS gives the constant, unsettling impression that the gentleman might actually be referring to the woman’s cat, which is sitting just out of camera shot, glaring balefully."
On bras: "The bra is, perhaps, the rudest item of women’s clothing. If you do not doubt this, try this simple test: throw a bra at a nine-year-old boy. He will react as if he has had a live rat wanged at his head. He will run, screaming, away from you � like that Vietnamese kid covered in napalm. He cannot handle the rudeness of bras."
Some advice: "Another piece he gives me is: ‘Try not to be a total dick.� Once you’ve been told it, it’s amazing to note how many people appear not to have been told it. It is wise counsel."
On overeating: "I must be clear that I am not talking about the kind of overeating that’s just plain, cheerful greed � the kind of Rabelaisian, Falstaffian figures who treat the world as a series of sensory delights, and take full joy in their wine, bread and meat. Someone who walks away from a table � replete � shouting ‘THAT WAS SPLENDID!�, before sitting in front of a fire, drinking port and eating truffles, doesn’t have neuroses about food."
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