"Oh but then Thatcher wasn’t a proper woman, it seems; neither was she a feminist, or a believer in women, in fact she hated women, we’re told. She kept women down. Again, I didn’t agree with Thatcher on a legion of ideas, but thank God as a little girl I knew the story – told to me on Saturday Superstore and numerous other channels – of her becoming a research chemist, retraining as barrister, and determinedly elbowing her way into places men had never permitted us before. “I always felt sorry for her children,” mumbled Russell Brand, which is coincidentally what dusty old Conservative farts in the 1950s said when she pitched up in a frock and tried to prise away a little power. “Oh the children, the poor children”."
— Grace Dent (via deava)
"There must be men the length and breadth of Britain who observe scandals like Jimmy Savile’s and sleep uneasily remembering past conquests. Because it’s all got so hardline now, hasn’t it? All this paedophile business. It’s so very unforgiving. I mean, it’s not really rape if she was 15 and she came to your house without a struggle, is it? And so what if you told her you knew important people and maybe bought her a few presents. That doesn’t make you creepy, does it? She was 15 – or was it 14? – but she looked at least 20. See the problem with women now is they’re all so bloody educated and they’ve got so many rights, they can tie men up in knots about the past and the police will bloody listen. Well, actually the police are beginning to listen, when pushed, and take it rather seriously. Soon, pervert, soon."
— Grace Dent (x)
(via lillybet)
One of the funniest stories was from Grace who was explaining what a difference going to school rather than home-schooling made to manners and social capabilities.
She and Caitlin went to a very important meeting with some serious bigwigs. Grace was all dressed and had done research beforehand to prepare. Caitlin just rocked up as normal. At one point, Grace popped out for a loo break, she was away less than five minutes. When she got back, Caitlin was in the middle of explaining, to this group of important people, “downhill skiing”, a groupie sex thing, with hand gestures.
WHY?! HOW?!
CaitMo I love you.
We also saw Grent when she arrived and was shown into the room where the others were waiting - she walked in and CaitMo threw her arms in the air and screamed. During the talk Grace explained she was angry at Caitlin today. Caitlin’s stopped shaving under her arms (which is why we talked with her about armpit-vaginas, merkins, and niche porn later). When she threw her arms in the air Grace’s first comments were “I do not condone this”.
youremakingitsnow:
Ahhhh, I just got back from the greatest event at the British Library!!! Caitlin Moran(!!!), Grace Dent, Laura Barton, Miranda Sawyer, and Lauren Laverne (and Stuart Maconie) sat around discussing what is was like moving to London 15+ years ago, the differences between London and their hometowns (and the stereotypes they’ve encountered here), and being successful media women in the city (and the misogyny that still exists and why we NEED feminism more than ever).
It was soooo interesting, the women are hilarious and intelligent (obvs), and it really resonated with me- moving to London and adjusting to it all and viewing “home” in a completely different way. All five women left their hometowns for London and never returned; unfortunately I have to and I’m really not looking forward to saying goodbye to this city, my home for the past five months. But I’m going to make the most of the rest of my time here!
I also met Caitlin Moran after the talk. She was super sweet and lovely! I didn’t have “How to Be a Woman” on me (I didn’t know there was going to be a signing! argh) but I had “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”… so she signed it anyway! And embellished the cover a bit. LOVE HER!
I told her I had another book for her to sign and she asked me if it was porn. HAHA. Then I pulled this out and she was like YUP IT IS PORN! V. excited she was.
Yes, that says “Twiddle Times.” BAHAHA.
Woohoo! What a perfect way to spend a Friday night (seriously). Now I have to plan and pack for a trip that I don’t really want to go on. WOMP. Oh well, I can’t wait to read my book on the trip!!!
I WENT TO THIS. It was amazing. I also talked to CaitMo - very quickly the conversation was about how armpit hair is a lot like a vagina, and how she could go into speciality porn with an enormous muff. It was Good. And we talked to Lauren Laverne who might be the nicest person ever. We bonded over Medieval Studies, as you do, and she was basically lovely and sweet. And The Grent. I met The Grent. It was all wonderful. There’s so much more to talk about. And photos…
![‘Reforming’ is a very London state of mind. It’s easy, too. I must do it ten to 15 times a year: swanning around in Sweaty Betty yoga pants, sipping that putrid Vita Coco water stuff that tastes like badger phlegm, deleting numbers from my phone with names like ‘All-night Alain’, and bribing the cleaner to tell Caitlin Moran that I’m unavailable for socialising as, sadly, I’m dead.
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‘Will madam be wanting anything else?’ the waiter asked. ‘Love,’ I wanted to tell him. ‘It’s 3pm on a weekday and I’m a slightly drunk woman with a half-unravelled beehive, eating trifle alone.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6qi3zagj21qbtfr1o1_500.gif)
