Fuck Yeah Caitlin Moran
So. Yes. We’re all dying. We’re all crumbling into the void, one cell at a time. We are disintegrating like sugar cubes in champagne. But only women have to pretend it isn’t happening. Fifty-something men wander around with their guts flopped over their waistbands and their faces looking like a busted tramp’s mattress in an underpass. They sprout nasal hair and chasm-like wrinkles, and go ‘Ooof!’ whenever they stand up or sit down. men visibly age, every day — but women are supposed to stop the decline at around 37, 38, and live out the next 30 or 40 years in some magical bubble where their hair is still shiny and chestnut, their face unlined, their lips puffy, and their tits up on the top third of the ribcage.
Caitlin Moran, How to Be a Woman (via camewiththeframe)
..the difference between models and normal women is that normal women buy clothes to make them look good; whereas the fashion industry buys models to make the clothes look good.
Caitlin Moran, How to Be a Woman (via merithuriannechancer)
I want a Zero Tolerance policy on All The Patriarchal Bullshit.
Caitlin Moran, How To Be a Woman (via wrists)
A monobrow can be magnificent: my six-year-old—raised on pictures of Frida Kahlo—is militant about hers: “I love it, because it never ends.”
Caitlin Moran, How To Be a Woman (via hardtobeasaintinthecity)

"I’m not going to be worshipped by some powerful, loaded, sword-wielding man who will change my life if I marry him. Because that is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and he doesn’t exist.

I don’t want some alpha-y patriarchal brute- some confident man of action who will treat me like “his woman.” When PJ O’Rourke said, “No woman ever dreamed of being thrown on a bed and ravished by someone dressed as a liberal,” I wished to cry, “Speak for yourself, dear! You are scarcely qualified to judge. When was the last time you were in All Bar One in your Spanx, eyeing up the ass?” In the modern world, this old-fashioned notion of what makes men desirable to women is useless and outdated, as evidenced by the fact that it’s usually only people over the age of 40 who ever go on about it.

…Speaking for all my lady friends, we all want some geeky, nerdy, polite, and ridiculous mate whom we can sit at home with, slagging off all the tossers, and waiting for our baked potatoes to be ready. Who, obviously, is additionally so hot for us the regularly crawls on across the front room on his hands and knees, croaking, “I must have sex with you now , or go literally insane.” Compared to that, Prince Charming looks like a total donk.

Caitlin Moran, How To Be a Woman
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…in many ways, there is no crueler or more inappropriate present to give a child than estrogen and a big pair of tits. Had anyone asked me in advance of my birthday, I think I would have requested a thesaurus or maybe pajamas, instead.
“How to Be a Woman” by Caitlin Moran (via slwpersonal)

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"The relief of taking off a bad bra is immeasurable. It’s like a combination of putting your feet up, going to the toilet, a drink of cold water on a hot day, and sitting on the steps of a caravan having a fag."

- Caitlin Moran: How to Be a Woman

We need the only word we have ever had to describe “making the world equal for men and women.” Women’s reluctance to use it sends out a really bad signal. Imagine if, in the 1960s, it had become fashionable for black people to say they “weren’t into” civil rights. “No! I’m not into civil rights! That Martin Luther King is too shouty. He just needs to chill out, to be honest.”
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Whilst male fantasies are short, powerful and to the point – a bit like ‘My Sharona’ by The Knack, say – female fantasies are some symphonic, shape-shifting thing by Alice Coltrane. In their fantasies, the women grow and shrink, shape-shift, change age, colour and location. They manifest as vapour, light and sound, they strobe through conflicting personas (nurse, robot, mother, virgin, boy, wolf) and a zodiac of positions whilst, you suspect, also imagining consistently great-looking hair.
Caitlin Moran, How to be a woman. (via love—literature)
At its best fashion is a game. But for women it’s a compulsory game, like net ball, and you can’t get out of it by faking your period. I know I have tried. And so for a woman every outfit is a hopeful spell, cast to influence the outcome of the day. An act of trying to predict your fate, like looking at your horoscope.
Caitlin Moran, How To Be a Woman (via daringvanity)