Let’s Never Talk About Women’s Fiction Again

There have been so many articles and blog posts in every newspaper in the world about women’s writing that I can’t even bother to list them. David Gilmour poo-poos the ladies’ books. What are ladies writing about anyway? Oh the domestic, the feelings, the uteruses (uteri?). So many doilies cluttering up the place. How is a manly man supposed to read about that stuff?

Stop. Right. There.

I just read a book written by a man (The Book of Strange New Things) in which there are not one but two thorough descriptions of semen. What it looks like, how it smells, how much there is (a lot).


If I can read that without my eyeballs bleeding, I think the manly men can handle the domestic interludes in women’s fiction.


  1. Ahahahaha, you are the best and YES, THANK YOU, I completely agree.

  2. Here, here!!

    I don't know what I find more amusing - your descriptions or the gif. Both had me giggling!

  3. LOL!!!! And too right. Absolutely. If someone can name their book The Human Stain and it gets lauded (by a bunch of other men), then surely women can write about what it's like to be a woman. Let us celebrate when we get the women's condition on paper in an authentic way that feels real. It's not that easy to write about.

  4. Ditto what everyone else has already said!

  5. Ugh. *shudder* Can't we just call books "fiction" and get over the gendered-ness?


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