
My Not-So-Accidental Month of Feminist Reading
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With March being Women’s History Month, and March 8 being International Women’s Day, my corner of the internet was chock full of lists of fabulous feminist lit. So I sort of, accidentally, not really, read almost only women in March. It was a month of feminist reading.
And it was awesome.
Here’s what I read. Each one is excellent, and now that they’re all lined up here, I see it’s a wonderful bell curve of feminist lit: I read some soft books and then got into ferocious feminism and ended with not-so-ferocious feminist books. I recommend each one, not necessarily in this order, but also, maybe in this order.
Because Mindy is fun and sassy and great. She was the accidental tip-off for the month.
I foolishly expected some quirky memoir about being a happy “spinster.” This is much better than that. Bolick goes into the history of the word, the culture, and the experience of being a single woman. She looks up to strong women who were ahead of their time, and shares some of their work. This is a really lovely step into feminist reading, with lots of recommended books inside.
Nugent’s voice is excellent, and she puts to words the things women deal with every day that we maybe don’t even think about. Like comments from older women about our bodies and our makeup and our hair and our lack of babies and our lack of husbands and whatever else we are supposed to do as women.
Hot damn is Adichie an amazing writer. Each of these short stories is so complex, and I felt like I was a character in every one. She deals with every sort of drama and romance and heartbreak there is in the world.