Possibly the only drawback about the bestselling How To Be A Woman was that its author, Caitlin Moran, was limited to pretty much one subject: being a woman.
MORANTHOLOGY is proof that Caitlin can actually be ‘quite chatty’ about many other things, including cultural, social and political issues which are usually the province of learned professors, or hot-shot wonks – and not a woman who once, as an experiment, put a wasp in a jar, and got it stoned.
These other subjects include:
Caffeine | Ghostbusters | Being Poor | Twitter | Caravans | Obama | Wales | Marijuana Addiction |Paul McCartney | The Welfare State | Sherlock | David Cameron Looking Like Ham | Amy Winehouse | Elizabeth Taylor’s Eyes | Michael Jackson’s Funeral | ‘The Big Society’ | Big Hair | Nutter-letters | Failed Nicknames | Wolverhampton | Squirrels’ Testicles | Sexy Tax | Binge-drinking | Chivalry | Rihanna’s Cardigan | Boris Johnson – Albino Shag-hound | Party Bags | Hot People| Transsexuals | The Gay Moon Landings | My Own, Untimely Death
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CAITLIN MORAN was brought up on a council estate in Wolverhampton, where she was home-educated, wore a poncho, and had boys throw stones at her whilst calling her ‘a bummer’. Understandably keen to forge a career and move on, Caitlin won the Observer’s Young Reporter of the Year competition at 15, and published her first novel, The Chronicles of Narmo, in the same year. She briefly presented Channel 4’s late-night music show Naked City, aged 17, and then became a columnist at The Times aged 18 – eventually ending up writing three award-winning columns a week for the paper.
In 2011 Caitlin wrote the multi-award-winning bestseller How To Be A Woman which was published in 16 countries and won the British Book Awards Book of the Year.
Caitlin lives on Twitter with her husband and two children, and spends an hour a week going ‘But it’s pronounced “Catlin”. I know! I know! The spelling unquestionably suggests otherwise! I am an idiot!’