How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran

So, while it was warm and lovely I got to hankering for a book with a bit of humour and damn good writing. For some reason my bookshelves, heaving with fiction, weren't quite doing it for me and I went in search of something else. To my surprise it was a non-fiction title that contained all I was looking for, a mixture of biography and feminist rant, but still bursting with humour Caitlin Moran's How To Be A Woman delivered when nothing else was quite right.

If you haven't heard of this book, I really do wonder where you have been!? It has catapulted its way into bookshops and brought more and more people (women, but also lots of men) to the realisation that they are indeed feminists! Feminism is not about burning your bra or never shaving your armpits, it's about recognising that men and women are not so different. If we are basically the same (or 'the guys' as Moran puts it) then why should one earn less than the other, or be seen in a different way. So let's just all be 'one of the guys' and not seen separately.

Now, I don't want to turn this into a rant about feminism, but please tell me you are a feminist! Young, old, male, female - we all deserve to be treated equally and that's all feminism is! Want to get a job, live on your own, date whoever you want, wear whatever you want, do whatever you want and you believe everyone else has that right to - then by gosh you are a feminist! Congrats, now lets topple this moronic belief that women should be controlled by men and tada we will be better off - all of us (even the men).
Okay, rant over!

Here is my favourite paragraph, well aside from all the gazillions of my other favourite paragraphs: 'Of course, whilst ostensibly both a literally and figuratively small problem, tiny pants have massive ramifications for us as a nation. It cannot have gone unnoticed that, as a country, our power has waned in synchronicity with the waning of our pants. When women wore undergarments that extended from chin to toe, the sun never set on the British Empire. Now the average British woman could pack a week's worth of pants into a match box, we have little more than dominion over the Bailiwick of Jersey, and the Isle of Man. All the good that women getting the vote has done has been undone by their constant struggle against their tiny pants.'

So anyway, you should all go buy this book, it is out in normal paperback now and is super duper amazing-ness! As a woman you should buy it because it will be one of the first times any other woman has ever been so heart-wrenchingly honest about what it means to grow up and become a woman. It will also have you laughing so hard that you embarrass yourself on buses and trains. Trust me, you will be giggling all the way to work/school or where ever and back again!