A quick disclaimer: I’ve been a massive fan of Moran’s writing for years. I was excited to read this book before it even came out. But I wasn’t disappointed: it blew me away.
There is quite possibly more to disagree with in the book than I noticed either time I read it; I was swept away by the sheer, air-punching, laugh-on-the-train joy of reading it. At last, feminist jokes about feminism. It’s a refreshing change to reading boring tirades that pillory “humourless feminists”.
I’ve always thought that point of view shows a lack of humour on the accuser’s point, personally – if you’re worried comedy will be bereft once it’s stripped of all the rape and domestic violence jokes then my god, what kind of humour-deprived world are you living in? There is no shortage of genuinely funny things to laugh at out there. Moran shows this again and again, with masturbation, difficult births and fashion all providing the kind of snort-giggles that will get you a seat to yourself on public transport.
There is certainly a place for academic feminism, but Moran is upfront about what she’s doing: this is feminism as part of everyday life. Not something to only be debated or studied, but an underlying assumption behind every action: Moran presents feminism as the logical, interesting answer to every question you weren’t quite sure how to express.
I raved about it, I bought friends copies, I even went to see Moran speak and got my book signed. I acted, in short, like a total raving fangirl. But the book deserves it; it gave me a kick up the arse I needed to get involved with feminism again.
At the talk, Moran said she hoped the book would start conversations and encouraged us all to get out there and start writing and talking about what feminism means to us (“I’d love to see a book this time next year called ‘How to be a Woman REALLY’ followed by ‘No, this is how to be a woman’ ‘No Guys, I’ve Got this Covered’”).
I’m in – let’s start talking!