Fight Like a Girl (2016) by Clementine Ford
My household has been a bit all over the place these last few months, but I’ve finally had time to sit down and review two works by Australian women authors. Clementine Ford’s Fight Like a Girl was only released in October and is already a favourite among feminists, from those just starting on their journey to those who have been walking the walk and talking the talk for years. This book is just as gut-wrenchingly right as I expected it would be. The main difference in Ford’s book from works in a similar area that I have read, such as Naomi Wolf’s Promiscuities, Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl, and Amy Schumer’s The Girl With the Lower Back Tattoo (the first being an academic-memoir work, the second two memoirs from strong feminists at the top of their fields), is that Ford’s work is peppered with just the right flavour of Australian swearing, and that for me is what makes it wonderful, along with recent tangible examples of what she talks about, such as the rape and murder of Jill Meagher, the Steubenville rapes, and the pack-rape by the Australian NRL of a young New Zealand woman. Reading her work is like a more researched, more articulate version of those rants I have with my mum or my girlfriends or even my feminist brother; I can recognise where the anger lies in the writer and where I identify with that anger myself. This is why her work is reaching me and staying with me; it is the right amount of angry, it is inspiringly angry, and she dedicated a chapter to explaining why we need this anger and what we should do with it.