Groan [pic is from them too].
From Wiggia, the good Caitlin’s wish list:
8:15 A.M. Scour headlines. To ensure I’m in them.
9:10 A.M. Shower, and get dressed. Then wrap myself in a giant condom to ensure I don’t get AIDS.
10:00 A.M. Spend an hour in Tesco trying to convince shoppers I’m not Marc Warren going through a goth phase.
10:35 A.M. Catch up on Twitter mentions. Scroll through all 400 until I find the positive ones, and retweet them.
12:00 P.M. See girl being threatened with rape. Pick up phone and flick past police quick-dial. Launch hash-tag. Feel important.
1:20 P.M. Lunch with feminist friends. Pretend to be interested and supportive of their issues, while discretely stabbing my fork into their tomatoes.
I mean, is there any point to this young woman? Does she perform any socially useful function? Could the air she breathes be better used by someone with a brain who could contribute to society?
Sadly, there’s more:
How to avoid being one of those women
All hail Caitlin Moran, the edgy and real Times columnist who has declared a one-chick war against cultural yobbery.