The author and 30-year-old feminist blogger has faced rape and death threats from a group of online misogynists. And then there were sneers about an infamous picture with Bill Clinton. Is that the price of fame when your website is read by half-a-million people? - and really a pity that this didn't get discussed in terms of the damned whether you do or don't attitudes towards women in general. And is the emphasis on what a babe she is really creepy or what?
Similar pattern discernable in
interview with Sarah Waters (which makes the Observer Magazine, not Observer Woman, what goes where making my head spin) - Waters is a babe too, totally not a hairy-legged militant lesbian. (Though it is by Robert McCrum - where did I put my codfish?)
Well, I've known for a long time that by the definitions for 'all women' under which Observer Woman operates I am some entirely different gender from the Planet Zog:
a skirt that stops above the knee is now the uniform for every woman - whatever your age.
It does, however, include
a reasonable article on migraine, though why this is segregated into girly-territory deponent knoweth not.
McCrum again:
The masterpiece that killed George Orwell - or, of course, not impossibly, the book that kept him in spite of his state of health alive until he had finished it...
Review of Nicola Beauman's The original Elizabeth Taylor: and yes, this, from my own reading of it:
[S]he also lets her love for Taylor get in the way, sticking up for her even when she is being needy and awful. Sometimes, her empathy is far too intrusive and syrupy for my liking. She is oddly delicate, too, writing that she could not bear to ask Russell, before his death, how it felt to lose Elizabeth (he seemed never to recover from her loss). Isn't this the job of the biographer?
Worst of all, she tells you how great a writer Taylor is far too often, using the word genius with too little care and acclaiming her, somewhat unconvincingly, as a great modernist.
Marguerite Patten, 93, grand dame of frugal cuisine - aw bless: I was pretty much brought up on Patten.
I suppose that it is inevitable that when Waiting for Godot is produced in a West End theatre with major thesps (also known for their cinema roles) in the leading parts, there's going to be a certain amount of
reverse cultural snobbery going on.
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