I’ve
wanted to read How To Be A Woman for a long time. It was always full price,
though, and I was too cheap to buy it. Then, I just happened to be online and
found a coupon for Chapters, so into my shopping cart it went! And boy, am I
ever happy that I picked it up. Err…should that be “Girl, am I ever happy that
I picked it up?” After all, this is a book about feminism. Or, at least, that’s
how it was advertised.
Really,
I guess it is a book about feminism but not in the way I was expecting. In
fact, the first three chapters read like a Chelsea Handler book, but raunchier.
Yes, RAUNCHIER.
But Jennie, how is that even possible? Chelsea Handler is the pinnacle
of raunchiness.
Trust me. It’s true.
I
wasn’t even sure that I would keep reading because it was slightly too much.
But, again, I’m happy that I pushed through because the rest is fantastic.
Here’s
the deal: I’m sad with the rap that feminism has been getting lately. To be
frank, I just don’t get it. I consider myself a feminist because, well, I’m a
woman and feminism is about women’s rights. Are things better than they were in
the past? Totally! But does that mean that I’m disinterested in keeping it that
way? Not at all. And when I speak with people about feminism, the most common
thing I hear is that women don’t identify with feminism because they don’t hate
men. Well…neither
do I! Well, not all men, anyway. Some are d-bags but, then again, so are some
women. Let’s just say that I’m an equal-opportunity person hater.
Caitlin
Moran has come up with, in my opinion, the greatest way to find out if you’re a
feminist. Don’t be scared, it’s not intense, but...errr...you may want to do it in private. You'll see why in a second.
Are you ready? Here
we go.
From page 75:
Put your hand in your underpants.
(a)
Do you
have a vagina?
(b)
Do you
want to be in charge of it?
If you answered yes to both, then congratulations! You’re a feminist.
See? What a fantastic summation of what feminism means (to me)!
No man-hating at all! Feminism isn't about being anti-male, it's about wanting to be in charge of yourself (if you're a woman, that is).
*high five for Ms. Moran*
No man-hating at all! Feminism isn't about being anti-male, it's about wanting to be in charge of yourself (if you're a woman, that is).
*high five for Ms. Moran*
After
the gruesome first chapters, Ms. Moran settles into a hilarious and insightful groove.
In particular, Chapter 10, where she discusses her wedding. I laughed so hard at points that I had to close the book to catch my breath.
Unfortunately, I was on a plane while reading said chapter and the dude next to
me did not appreciate my shakiness. However, if he hadn’t been such a LARGE
man, he wouldn’t have been touching me so, really, he shouldn’t have been so
annoyed. Who said that you can have the ENTIRE armrest and a fifth of my
personal space, buddy?
But with writing like
this, how was I supposed to control myself?
From page 180:
My dad, meanwhile, has managed to spill
candle wax all over his shirt and has—on the advice of others—taken it off and
put it into a freezer in the kitchen, to harden the wax. He is now sitting at
the table in his vest and jacket, drinking Guinness, looking bleary. My sister
Col has disappeared—we find out later this is because Dad told her he’d
considered having her put into care after that time she store all his Disney
DVDs and power tools and sold them for drugs.
“I was only joking!” he says, eyes rolling
into his head. “Or was I?”
Did
I not mention earlier that this is a memoir-esque book about feminism? Well, it
is and Ms. Moran has led a very colourful life which she has no shame in sharing.
And that’s what makes this book so great. It’s not preachy but is very much
in-your-face because, well, that's how Ms. Moran rolls. And as much as there were times where I was cringing,
a few paragraphs later, I’d be laughing. So, really, it evened out.
She
also has a chapter about Lady Gaga, who I think is one of the greatest role
models for the new crop of women who are learning…well…how to be a woman. (Do
you see what I did there? Haha!) They even hung out for a night, and it’s a fab
story that’s worth reading in and of itself. Gaga is a polarizing individual
but she makes people think and THAT, ladies and gentlemen, opens a dialogue.
Agree, disagree, it doesn’t matter. The point is that she gets you talking.
Much like How To Be a Woman, as I
haven’t quite shut up since finishing (not that I often shut up, anyway, but you know what I mean).
