Caitlin Moran, How to be a Woman, (2011), 305p
I’ll admit it. I’ve been a horrible feminist. Which in turn makes me feel like I’ve been a horrible woman.
I’ve always known that sexism was out there. I really have. I’m not truly that blind. I think I have always just lived in my own little world – thinking the best of people, brushing it off when men catcall me or make “little girl” comments. Blush when people make comments about my body. Ignored the fact that we make significantly less than our male counterparts.
But seriously, enough is enough. I’m 29 years old and pissed right off. Fed up. Annoyed. Frustrated. Angry.
Enter Laurie, the feminist.
After a few bad weeks of dealing with the public, constantly being berated, and having comments about my sexuality used as a threat or a put down, I lost it. I cracked. My typical smiling, lovely, giddy facade broke. I became tired of all this. It’s the year 2014 people, move on from this whole “weaker sex” thing. Women are strong and bad ass too.
Enter library catalogue searches for feminist novels. Enter putting tons and tons of titles on hold in a fit of rage. Then watch my horror as the holds come in and I realize that MAAAAYBE I don’t want to read scholarly novels on the history of feminism. What I likely want to read is How to be a Woman. Which I do and love and adore and cannot stop gushing about.
Look at all these sticky flags. These are the parts of the book that I specifically wanted to quote. It got a little out for hand. It was all so good!
If you haven’t picked up Moran’s book and would love to read a crude, honest, hilarious take on what it is like to be a woman, please do – irregardless what goodies you have in your underpants. This lady covers everything from puberty to weight, sexism to marriage, and becoming a mother to body hair. Seriously, there are two chapters titled “Why you should have children” and “Why you shouldn’t have children”. The entire chapter on “Why you shouldn’t have children” is covered in many blue sticky tabs and I have read parts aloud to anyone who will listen. She gets it. She gets me.
Case in point –
And if a woman should say she doesn’t want to have children at all, the world is apt to go decidedly peculiar:
“Ooooh, don’t speak too soon,” it will say – as if knowing whether or not you’re the kind of person who desires to make a whole other human being in your guts, out of sex and food, then base the rest of your life around its welfare, is a breezy, “Hey – whatever” decision. p.230
Seriously. She is in my brain.
After being disappointed that I would have to pry all my little sticky tabs out of this book, never to to be seen again, I decided that I’m buying this book. Five years ago, this would have been a wishy-washy statement. I bought 10 books at a time, many still left on my shelf unread. But I decided, as a grown-up and a library lover, I would NOT purchase books anymore unless I absolutely could not live without them.
This one, I cannot live without. Thank you Ms. Moran. You’re fucking amazing.
Happy reading –