“When a woman says, ‘I have nothing to wear!’, what she really means is, ‘There’s nothing here for who I’m supposed to be today.”

Just wrote that enormous rant about Lewis Carroll.

But I've actually read a lot more than just that one book recently.

I can't actually remember most of the books I've read, which is quite sad.
Besides the Lewis Carroll biography I know I've read:

How to Be a Woman (really can't figure out which parts of that need capitalisation.
I am very tired.)

Caitlin Moran is a brilliant writer. Her writing style is entertaining (though the flashbacks in present tense were just plain annoying) and she chooses her topics cleverly, like a the editor of Dolly magazine or something. (I am really very tired!)

How to be a Woman is basically just a book about her personal experience of growing up as a member of the female gender and her opinions about it, expressed colloquially and intimately. OK, so she spends most of the book talking about female body parts and what we should call them, with a little bit of chat about motherhood and porn and other interelated things. Of course Moran is waaaaaay over on the left, (for the interested, I like to think of myself as apolitical, which is a lazy way of saying I think both sides of the political scope are morons) saying things like 'porn is not bad if it objectifies men and women equally' which is, in my personal and colloquial opinion, absolute rubbish, but hey, she says it pretty entertainingly.

I don't want to come down on people who drink or anything, even if they do it regularly, (alcoholism is not OK, though) but I just find it difficult to take seriously that new brand of comedy that some women seem to be espousing recently - the kind in which every paragraph contains a humourous reference to drugs and alcohol. Seriously? Can you have any sort of fun whilst sober? Do you have to be off your face in order to be funny? I don't drink much - mostly coz my crowd ain't a drinking crowd and I don't really like the taste anyway. So I don't get all this 'being a liberated woman means being allowed to abandon diginity in a slobby drunken mess on the floor all the time' stuff. I don't think that's a good thing for persons of any gender to be doing. And if you need alcohol in order to have a good time I think you might be the one with the inhibition problem. Jokes centred around drugs and alcohol, whether the comedy issues from men or from women, just aren't what I find funny. It's like listening to junior high schoolers make jokes about sex. It just seems immature and unfunny to me.
And that's what this whole book felt like, after I had finished it. When I was reading it I didn't agree with much but enjoyed myself rather. At the end I was left with a pervading sense of bitterness and emptiness that bothered me in a special way. Probably because of the abortion chapter, in which the author tries to approach abortion from a thoroughly pro-choice viewpoint and ends up just sounding wretched about the whole thing, despite, or perhaps because of her repeated disclaimers that her personal experience didn't haunt her at all. I couldn't take lightly the death of her baby, and when she tried to it just felt sick and more than a little tired and sad.

I'd love to read more of Moran's writing, because she is quite funny, and sometimes insightful, but I won't be recommending this book to anyone who feels any confusion over 'how to be a woman'.