I think I want to be Caitlin Moran.

A fantastic book!

A fantastic book!

I’d like to say I am her since, while reading her book How To Be a Woman, I felt like she was inside my head. She said so many things that I feel to be true about me, about life, about love.

“Speaking for all my lady friends, we all want some geeky, nerdy, polite and ridiculous mate who we can sit at home with, slagging off all the tossers, and waiting for our baked potatoes to be ready. Who, obviously, is additionally so hot for us he regularly crawls across the front room on his hands and knees, croaking, “I must have sex with you now, or go literally insane.”
Caitlin Moran, How To Be a Woman

But I wouldn’t presume to suggest that.

She is, however, my new hero and I want to buy her book for every woman I know! Even more importantly I would like to see it taught in schools so that every awkward teenage girl can hear an alternative voice to the misogynists in the media and the haters even closer to home. So that they can read, in that beautifully direct and foul-mouthed tone that comes from having lived it, that being thin is not the only thing and that there is more than one kind of attractive and that HONESTLY not every man wants a tall blonde with big boobs on his (ahem!) arm. That not everyone finds their natural place straight away, and success is measured in more than money and fame (OK, so Caitlin is kind of famous and does hang out with rock stars and the like but she doesn’t dwell on it in her book because it’s just her job and she knows that ultimately it’s kind of unimportant). That you can be a goof and a bit of a mess and fuck it up when you’re young because that’s how you learn and come out the other side all the better for it.

Does this make me a feminist? Caitlin Moran makes feminism seem normal, the obvious choice for all women yet even now I am loathe to use the word feminist because I feel ill-read and, laughably, somehow underqualified… Caitlin would probably tell me not to be so fucking daft.

However I really do want to buy this book for my 13 year old niece because I want her to be awesome, the best she can possibly be at whatever it is she ends up doing. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t read it, books aren’t her thing at the moment but maybe in a few years time…

Basically I want as many women as possible to read this book and be warmed by it. To feel the words spark a flame of truth inside because we are none of us perfect, and even those of us that we think might be probably don’t think they are either, and that’s OK. We’re all OK. Even if we can’t all be Caitlin Moran.


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