The joy of being female, part 1

Author Sofi Oksanen to dowdy female Radio 4 presenter who had just asked her to describe her hair for the listeners, because "she would stand out in a crowd *nudge nudge - you're a bit weird, aren't you?* and has been described as the Lady Gaga of literature (my comment: by lazy, ignorant journalists)":

"I am an author. I am here to talk about my work. My hair is not my work." and this followed by what I would imagine was a killer look to the *embarrassed dowdy presenter who stammered and quickly changed the subject*
 
Good on you, Miss Oksanen.
We would have liked to hear more about her writing and her work, but it all lasted about 5 minutes and half of it was about this writer's "fame" and appearance. Dumbing down, lack of respect? Aargh.
The author's website: http://www.sofioksanen.com/


Maybe somewhat related: At the station this morning, a nice-looking Eastern European girl, with make-up, nice dress and heels was buying her train tickets. I was just behind her. As soon as she left, the employees at the ticket office (a bloke and a 50 or 60 something woman) started bitching about her. I couldn't hear very well and I am glad I couldn't. But basically, they were saying things like "that's what Southend is for you nowadays" and "she'd be lucky to get out alive", etc. I am glad I didn't hear fully what these two saddos were saying. It made me feel awful, really.

Time for the London Slutwalk, don't you think? http://www.slutwalktoronto.com/
(update Monday 16th May: Read this morning the rather sickening article written by one Minette Marin of the Sunday Times. I would have three words: UP YOURS, MARIN)