Women today are bombarded with so many messages, like we should have Naomi Campbell’s body and Madeleine Albright’s career.
I’m no good at anything. Not men. Not social skills. Not work. Nothing.
When someone loves you it’s like having a blanket all round your heart...
Nobody wants to be racist and I think that most people aren’t.
Singletons should not have to explain themselves all the time but should have an accepted status – like geisha girls do.
You’ll never get a boyfriend if you look like you wandered out of Auschwitz.
Dieting on New Year’s Day isn’t a good idea as you can’t eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second.
Don’t say ‘what,’ say ‘pardon,’ darling, and do as your mother tells you.
Eventually, I manage to cheer Mum up by allowing her to go through my wardrobe and criticize all my clothes...
I am a child of Cosmopolitan culture, have been traumatized by supermodels and too many quizzes and know that neither my personality nor my body is up to it if left to its own devices. I can’t take the pressure.
I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed but picked and stuck to, which is exactly what I shall begin to do once I’ve eaten this chocolate croissant.
Oh God, what’s wrong with me? Why does nothing ever work out?
As women glide from their twenties to thirties, Shazzer argues, the balance of power subtly shifts. Even the most outrageous minxes lose their nerve, wrestling with the first twinges of existential angst: fears of dying alone and being found three weeks later half-eaten by an Alsatian.
But if you are single the last thing you want is your best friend forming a functional relationship with somebody else.
Quite quickly I grew less deranged. I had begun the process of calming down, assimilating and compromising, which is necessary to live comfortably in the world as it is, and probably is why its imbalance never changes. But underneath, my idea of life was completely altered.
In the end there is nothing more unattractive to men than radical feminism.
I will not sulk about having no boyfriend, but develop inner poise and authority and sense of self as woman of substance, complete without boyfriend, as best way to obtain boyfriend.
It is horrid to smirk.
I certainly think I’ll end up writing about America in some form. I’ve taken plenty of notes. I like America very much.
Comedy tends to come out of things which are quite painful and serious.