Fight Like a Girl (2016) by Clementine Ford
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 a feminist academic-memoir work, the second and third two memoirs from women entertainers at the top of their fields who have had to overcome sexist and ageist prejudices to reach their success), is that Ford’s work is peppered with just the right flavour of Australian swearing, and that for me is what makes it wonderful. She also includes 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 anger-filled conversations I have with my mum or my girlfriends or even my grandmothers; 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 dedicates a chapter to explaining why we need this anger and what we should do with it.