I am not going to lie: I am crazy jealous of Caitlin Moran. I barely even know who she is, although had I not been buried in severe career agita for the past year* and also living in my head in Warsaw during the 1930s,** I would have been swooning over her for ages at this point. Essentially, Moran is my age, and has been writing about all the topics (minus the Judaism) that I try to cover here at CUSS, albeit with great success. Which is awesome because, although I am mad jealous,*** I am really much more excited that someone is writing about how it is great to be a feminist, doing it with humor, and having people read and love it. To wit (from The Times link above):

The word “feminism,” Moran said, has for some reason gone off the rails to connote, incorrectly, preachy humorlessness and grim separatism. “When I talk to girls, they go, ‘I’m not a feminist,’ ” she said. “And I say: ‘What? You don’t want to vote? Do you want to be owned by your husband? Do you want your money from your job to go into his bank account? If you were raped, do you still want that to be a crime? Congratulations: you are a feminist.’

She makes no apologies, even when describing the abortion she had when she became pregnant two years after having her second daughter with her husband, a rock critic.

“Everyone was like, ‘You’ve written a very brave book,’ ” Moran said. “But I’ve not done anything bad in that book. Every woman bleeds, every woman masturbates — I hope. One in three women will have an abortion; everyone’s had a bad boyfriend; everyone’s had some kind of fantasy relationship in their head. But if we keep these things secret and don’t talk about them publicly — then that to me looks like the behavior of oppressed people.

Like CUSS but with many more readers, she also slams stilettos and Brazilian waxes. Swoon! Amazing!

Her book is called How To Be A Woman, and it sold many, many copies in Great Britain, which is a new reason why I am such a freaking Anglophile. It is now available in the US. I am mad excited. My friend asked me if I would commit to reading it with her, and once she explained what this was all about, I was like, "Of course I will fucking read this book with you! Why would I not? But more important, why did I not know about it before and have Husband buy me a copy whilst**** on one of his many business trips to London?!?!"

Based on the one star reviews***** on Amazon.com, I know even more (if possible) that I will love it. To wit:

I'm sorry, but this is the most profane and degrading book I've ever read... Foul language and may too much information about the goings on of a young girl's body... a crass and sometimes vulgar read at best.

Giddiness! I am excited about all this to the point of near inarticulateness, as this post clearly illustrates.

--------------------------------- *OK, let's be fully honest: three years or so... **Novel I am working on ***Oh, if only CUSS were so successful and popular... ****So English, right? *****Sometimes I think one or two star reviews are the best guidelines for figuring out a book. For example, someone gave a two star review to Off the Beaten (Subway) Track: New York City's Best Unusual Attractions because "the book doesn't really lay out general information and most of the attractions in the book are very odd."