Caitlin Moran
Caitlin Moran
Catherine Elizabeth "Caitlin" Moranis an English journalist, author, and broadcaster at The Times, where she writes three columns a week: one for the Saturday Magazine, a TV review column, and the satirical Friday column "Celebrity Watch". Moran is British Press AwardsColumnist of the Year for 2010, and both BPA Critic of the Year 2011 and Interviewer of the Year 2011. In 2012, she was named Columnist of the Year by the London Press Club, and Culture Commentator at the Comment...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth5 April 1975
Let's all go and be feminists in the pub.
I come from grunge, and then Brit-pop, scenes where you boast about how little you spent on an outfit. ... Now, it seems you must find The Dress, then The Dress needs to have The Belt, and a complementary but not overly-matching bag must be found which works with not only the correct hosiery, but with something to throw over yourself if you become chilly.
As far as I'm concerned, you're a feminist by default if you're born in the Western world right now.
If you can find a frock you look nice in and can run up three flights of stairs, you're not fat.
I've generally got low levels of embarrassment.
I wrote my first book at eight, all of four pages. At 10, I did a 40-page story. At 12, I wrote two stage plays.
I think that instead of feminism being a political thing, it should be an act of creativity. It's more of a rock n' roll thing.
I know people go on about Twitter, but it is amazing. It's whatever you want it to be, and all the women got in there before the boys.
I just want Tina Fey to be my best friend. And Lena Dunham. And Oprah, too.
I hate that tabloid idea of anybody who is famous having to forfeit their privacy.
Flyaway, problem hair is the enemy of feminism, and was probably invented by the Man to crush Susan Sontag.
Feminism, as it stands, well... stands. It has ground to a halt.
In the end, I want to spend my 60s writing bonkbusters like Jilly Cooper.
The kind of classic pose of a female model is to look kind of sexy and a bit annoyed.