How to Be a Woman by Caitlin Moran
I need to stop waiting until midnight to try to write a book review. My brain is soup, which means I can’t give this book the due it deserves.
So, let me say it in this very ineloquent way — Caitlin Moran is a bleeping genius, and this book is fricking awesome. Read it now.
Want a little bit more? Siiiiigh.
This book is basically a collection of memoirish essays about Moran’s life and her thoughts on feminism. Shockingly, she manages to juggle interesting intellectual arguments, political rants (and I mean that in the best way, seriously), and heart wrenching personal stories, while still making the book laugh out loud funny. Having children, not having children, what it’s like to be fat and then not fat, clothes, Lady Gaga, and abortion. It’s all here.
And the overall message of uniting as one gang of “guys” instead of men and women eying each other suspiciously from across the room? Yeah, I can get behind that.
“We need to reclaim the word ‘feminism’. We need the word ‘feminism’ back real bad. When statistics come in saying that only 29% of American women would describe themselves as feminist – and only 42% 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 THE SURVEY?”