When I was a student, some very close female friends shared a house together and had the entire text of Valerie Solanas’ SCUM Manifesto covering one wall of their living room (which I had photocopied for them), interspersed with pages from a sex-toy catalogue they’d nicked from the only guy in the house. So, in the spirit of Ceri, Kath and Katrina, it’s with great pleasure that I present to you The Valerie Solanas School of Art Criticism. Made me smile, laugh and remember those good days… Sigh!
Inspired by yet another kooky chick lit title spied in WH SMiths last week (Pink background, kooky handdrawn illustraton of a multi-armed brown lady holding in her arms 1) A mobile Phone 2) chappati 2)whatever else lame artifact of pointless fucking existence the gendertraitor deemed was amusing, and with the tagline of “can a traditional asian girl keep in line with her families wishes and marry the white man of her dreams? Oh thats new a cross cultureal confusion 2nd gen book about growing up in Dudley and wanting to become a fucking meedical receptionist instead of a housewife FUCKOFF FUCKOFFFUCKOFFFUCKOFFFUCKOFFFUCKOFFFUCKOFF), I SHALL BECOME A CHICK-LIT AUTHOR
My witty book shall deal with the cross-scultural confusion and jokey McBeal laffs when a legal secretary in Truro decides to become a Sufi mystic, whilst stilllooking for the man of her dreams in a formica coffee bar.I shall call it DOGFUCKER.
Scary
I thought only men were capable of such hatred. Thank you V.S. for enlightening me.
A Man