There can’t be a magazine-consuming woman in the Western world who’s not been called upon to speculate on the mental and emotional health of [celebrity] women on the basis of one bad photo. I’ve read more about Oprah Winfrey’s arse than I have about the rise of China as an economic superpower. I fear this is no exaggeration. Perhaps China is rising as an economic superpower because its women aren’t spending all their time reading about Oprah Winfrey’s arse. If I knew more about China, and less about Oprah Winfrey’s arse, I could probably argue a direct cause-and-effect.
Caitlin Moran has written a funny memoir. Caitlin Moran has given third wave feminists a guidebook. Caitlin Moran has offered men a rare look into what it – growing up, working, dating, just living life – feels like for a woman. “How to be a Woman” is engaging, insightful, and just a pleasure to read.
Caitlin Moran walking into a strip club:
What a lovely social circle I have, I reflect, not for the first time. All of my male friends would be genuinely horrified to go to a strip club. They all wear cardigans, collect vinyl, and fetishize loose-leaf tea. They would never want to pay to see a stranger’s labia.
On how female celebrities get interviewed:
Even though female role models expand their variety and their achievements by the month, there is one thing we need to ask ourselves: Is what we read about them, and say about them, “reportage” and “discussion”? Or is it just global media acting like a total bitch?
Personally, I like the fact that we’re going to die. It focuses the mind wonderfully. It makes you love vividly, work intensely, and realize that, in the scheme of things, you really don’t have time to sit on the sofa in your undies watching Homes Under the Hammer.