“By the time you’re 40,” Caitlin Moran tells any men who’ve made it to page 73 of this book, “your T-shirt collection is, to you, as your wife’s lovingly collated wardrobe of second-hand Chanel, designer jeans and Zara brogues is to her.” Not for the first or last time while reading this book, I wrote in the margin: “No”.
In the next paragraph, Moran tells us what that T-shirt collection looks like. “Band T-shirts, slogan T-shirts, colourful T-shirts, T-shirts with swearing on, T-shirts that you can only buy from the back pages of Viz like ‘Breast Inspector’ or ‘Fart Loading – Please Wait’.” Again I wrote “No” in the margin, wondering what this stylish-sounding woman was doing with such an obvious plum duff.
