i just finished reading this book. in my little blog with the tagline of “illustration and inspiration” cunt would definitely fall under inspiration.
i kept starting this paragraph over and over again, trying to explain how this book affected me, but i just can’t seem to find the right words. i want to explain how it felt slightly awkward to present this book to the cashier at borders for purchase. i want to share all the things i learned, among them that cunt is actually a much better word than vagina. i want to tell my story about living as a middle-class white girl and all the privileges and problems i’ve faced because of that. i want to talk about feminism and what it means to me. but alas, i am not inga muscio, and she does these things better than me. take the time to find a copy of this book. you won’t regret it.





