A delightful, charming book - one of the funniest I’ve read in years - that sets out politely what is wrong with society when it comes to its relationship with women, and what can be done to fix it. Moran doesn’t pull her punches, but neither is she either unkind or unfair, and the end result is a fantastic polemic, that any sensible human being can only come to agree with.
And did I say how funny it is? I did, yes, but I’d still like to say it again. It’s only idiots that think that women can’t be funny, but should you come across any, this is a book you can throw in their general direction. Buy the hardback. Aim for the balls.