Tiny Ladies in Shiny Pants

Jill Soloway

This is a bit of a departure for me, but a departure wholly enjoyed. Soloway has written an angry yet persistently hilarious post-feminist critique of everything, telling the story of her passage to womanhood along the way.
This is a passage about dating a policeman hunk:
“He said the thought maybe we’d go to the store and get some groceries and cook dinner, then watch a movie. We were going to do what regular people did. We drove in his truck to the local grocery store. Our first major problem occurred in the freezer aisle when he pulled out a package of toaster strudel and wasn’t trying to be funny. Soon after, he bought barbecue potato chips, calling them our side dish. I kept trying to to refocus on his body and his thick legs and his arms instead of his manglings of the English language. I knew exactly how guys who dated bimbos felt. This was the opposite of regular life — having sex or making out was fine, while simple, sober grocery shopping was nerve-wracking.”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *