Like most nonfiction I like, this is a book of essays. Caitlin Moran talks about her life and what it’s like to be a woman. She discusses feminism but it’s real feminism, not Rush Limbaugh feminism. (Seriously, there are so many reasons to hate that guy but right up at the top has to be the fact that he’s made Republican women afraid to say they’re feminists because it’s such a bad thing. Except that it ISN’T.)
At any rate, this book is seriously laugh out loud funny. Vanity Fair said it’s the British equivalent of Bossypants and I can definitely see that. There are also excellent blurbs from Jenny Lawson, Zoe Heller, Ayelet Waldman and Peggy Orenstein (so basically four of my favorite authors), all talking about how funny and true this book is.
I wish I could share quotes with you, but the best ones are not suitable for what could be termed polite company. Yes, Caitlin Moran swears. And yes, she has a variety of thoughts on sex (both with others and alone) and “risque” topics. Speaking of, nothing but love to her for discussing masturbation. Because most people don’t talk about it, even though it’s something that everyone does. So yay for coming out of the closet.
She also discusses her family, especially her younger sister Caz. I mention that just so I can say this: please, God, let Caz write a book.
You may not agree with every single thing she says, but I can’t imagine you won’t still laugh while reading this book. And when I say “laugh,” I mean laugh A LOT. Loudly. So maybe don’t read this book in public.
Or, you know, at work.
But if you would like to laugh and are not easily offended or overly precious about what you read, absolutely read this book. You’ll thank me later.