Out of seven billion possible conversations, the one you started in 1995 and haven’t finished yet is the best one I’ve ever had.
Caitlin Moran, 30th November 2013, “To my husband: 14 things I love about you.” (via poopingoutwords)
Love isn’t about drama and tears and burning. It is, instead, the construction of a tiny bubble-world – like a snowglobe. One in which you stand, in view of everyone, on the mantelpiece. Sometimes it is calm inside the snowglobe. Sometimes everything turns upside down, and it fills with a panic of snowflakes. But you were made as the two tiny figures in the snowglobe, hands joined, and you do not make sense anywhere else.
When I asked you what your biggest sexual fantasy was, you were silent for nearly two minutes, and then eventually replied, “A… woman?
It’s the taking part that matters - Caitlin Moran (The Times, 23 November, 2013)
Columnist of the year CAITLIN MORAN; ‘It’s the taking part that matters - up to and including the bit where you win’
I won an award last week, as this page subtly hints. In the cab on the way home, this made me reflect on the entire nature of “awards” and “winning”, as I entered a philosophical fugue state, wearing only one shoe, knocking back the free miniature gin from the goody bag while taking 900 selfies of the award wedged in my mouth.
Celebrity Watch - Caitlin Moran (The Times, November 29, 2013)
between 10.30am and 4.30pm you might as well be looking at a single, still photograph of me, with that music playing underneath it that they used to use for The Gallery on Take Hart.
Caitlin Moran on being a writer [x].
Men are obsolete? Man, that I should be this obsolete: holding 99 per cent of the world’s wealth, totalling 66 of Forbes’ “71 Most Powerful People In The World” list, being every single pope, American president and secretary general of the UN, and in charge of every military force on Earth. If this is men being obsolete, I’m intrigued to see what they will be able to achieve once they’ve downloaded some manner of software update.
Every girl should have a wank everyday.
OMG this is going to be so awesome! Hope we get to see it.
Nearly every aspect of modern culture addresses teenage girls as a newly formed problem that will take a long, expensive, often painful lifetime to fix. This messy, loud, exploding 12-year-old will – by the time she’s 14 – have learnt to shave/wax her pubic hair, her legs, her underarm, her arms. She will painstakingly straighten her hair every morning, before school; pluck her eyebrows; expertly apply foundation and mascara until doll-like and smooth. You only have to stand in a shopping mall on a Saturday to see a crushing, nervous high-maintenance homogeneity of appearance in teenage girls that you don’t see in boys of the same age, happily lolloping around in jeans and unwashed hair. A teenage girl will not see anyone – not in TV, movies or photoshoots – who looks like her when she first gets out of bed. Teenage girls looking into the mirror of society to see themselves will find that they do not exist – until, of course, they paint their faces on, and pluck, and shave, and put aside their comfortable shoes for those thin-soled ballet pumps, through which you can feel the pavement, like vulnerable street ballerinas.