Caitlyn Moran is a woman I’ve heard a bit about through tumblr and I’ve briefly followed her on twitter, so I knew she was a cool woman and this book is the definite proof of that.
This book is about feminism and is not a how-to book on etiquette or other nonsense, but is instead a part memoir of Caitlyn’s experiences from child to woman in patriarchy and part rant about this patriarchy.
It’s a really good book, and though I may disagree with some of her points the grand message is perfect and if you’re in you’re 16-25 years old I think this is a really good book just to know what’s up with womanhood.
You see yourself reflected in their eyes. If the mirror is true and smooth you see your true self. That’s how you learn who you are. And you might be a different person to different people. But if the mirror is broken, or cracked, or warped, the reflection is not true. And you start to believe you are this… Bad reflection.
— Caitlyn Moran
But believing in an afterlife totally negates your current existence. It’s like an insidious and destabilising mental illness. Underneath every day - every action, every word - you think it doesn’t really matter if you screw up this time around because you can just sort it all out in paradise. You make it up with your parents, and become a better person and lose that final stone in heaven. And learn how to speak French. You’ll have time, after all! It’s eternity! And you’ll have wings, and it’ll be sunny! So, really, who cares what you do now? This is really some lack-lustre waiting room you’re only going to be in for 20 minutes, during which you’ll have no wings at all, and are FORCED to walk around, on your feet, like pigs do.
— Caitlyn Moran