Julie Burchill
Julie Burchill
Julie Burchillis an English writer. Beginning as a journalist on the staff of the New Musical Express at the age of 17, she has subsequently contributed to newspapers such as The Sunday Times and The Guardian. Describing herself as a "militant feminist", she has several times been involved in legal action resulting from her work. Burchill is also an author and novelist: her 1989 novel Ambition became a best-seller, and her 2004 novel Sugar Rush was adapted for television...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 July 1959
Because I was an only, I had more things, and I remember early on the kick I got from giving stuff away. Despite all the myths about only children not being able to share, actually I've never knowingly met a stingy one.
The 'g' is silent - the only thing about her that is.
The secret is not to care what anyone thinks of you.
It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.
The latest twist on the pampering concept is spa parties, where a group of friends take over an entire spa.
My favourite spectator sport is watching people who should know better searching for something (and often claiming to find it) where it never could be. Women claiming to find feminism in Islam is a good one.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
It may be a cliche, but it's true - the build-up to Christmas is so much more pleasurable than the actual day itself.
Depression is the most extreme form of vanity.
A wedding is a funeral which masquerades as a feast. And the greater the pageantry, the deeper the savagery.
Sadly, a lot of what passes for feminism these days is just moaning about men, congratulating ourselves on nothing in particular, and mocking them for being big kids while doing everything we can to keep them that way.
Surely being a Professional Beauty - let alone an ageing one - is one of the most insecure and doomed careers imaginable.
I just have a real problem with people who seek to portray fatness or thinness as moral concepts.
The pictures from the first professional photo session that the young David Beckham submitted himself to are extraordinary. He has a barely suppressed smile, as though he and the cameraman are complicit in the understanding that this is not yet David Beckham we see and that there is an element of deceit in selling the photographs as such