I really freaking liked this book, which is a light commentary on feminism framed around events in Moran’s life as she ages from 13 to 35 years old. It’s cheeky and borderline rude in parts, but the observations are so wise. There are gut-punch parts and laugh-out-loud on the train parts.
I’m infertile, so the “Why You Should Have Children” chapter stung. But that’s my own hangup. The next chapter “Why You Should Not Have Children” helped, but it’s obvious what side Moran’s on. And that’s okay. Again, my own hangup. Sometimes good writing stings.
If you’re a capital-A Academic, you’ll probably prefer other books on the subject. If you’re easily offended, this isn’t your book. But if you’re a GenX woman who wasn’t a Women’s History major, this book is like listening to one of your crazy best friends talk passionately about feminism.
Somewhat relatedly, out of the 11 books I’ve read so far in 2015, 8 of them were written by women!