How to be a Woman

Ma ei olnud varem kuulnudki Caitlin Moranist. Tuleb välja, et mingisugune inglise kolumnist ja feminist. Tema raamat "How to be a Woman" (tegelikult enam-vähem ta autobiograafia) on lõbus lugemine. Ja šokeeriv. Sest ta ei jäta ka kõige hullemaid detaile oma elust välja.

Tulin hommikul alla, et tee ja röstsaia kõrvale lugeda, ja raamat oli nii huvitav, et host-ema napsas selle minult ära ja ma pidin röstsaia kõrvale lauda põrnitsema.

Väike tsitaat raamatust:

It is like a mental bushfire. You get rid of a lot of emotional deadwood. Do you currently get wound up about poor customer service or ill-made sandwiches or how your legs look? You won't when you've been dragged backwards through the brightly burning gates of hell during a 48-hour labor.

In that respect, childbirth is far superior to Sertraline or therapy. Fairly early on in the event, you will have the most dazzlingly simple revelation of your life: that the only thing that really matters in this whole goddamn crazy mixed-up world, is whether or not there's something the size of a cat stuck in your cervix, and that any day when you do not have a cat stuck in your cervix will be, by default, wholly perfect in every way.

Around the time that a man with giant hands comes towards you with some forceps the size of BBQ tongs, you think, Perspective. Yes, yes, I do have some perspective now. I doubt that I will get angry about Norwich Union changing its name to "Aviva" ever again.

Oh jumal. Adopteerimine tundub palju parem valik.