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In my new book (have I mentioned I have a new book out?) I offer to email something to people if they send me a specific instruction. I thought it would be a funny thing to do, but have realised today after having had to do it maybe 50 times that I have just set myself a new and never ending task. So my retired International Women’s Day Marathon has been replaced with something else. And I am now actually gunning for my book not to be a best seller success or I will end up spending most of my day doing it.
I try to respond to the emails as quickly as possible so I don’t miss any or get stuck with a backlog, but that means that some people get their response in under 30 seconds. I think they will assume I have some kind of bot set up (even if, given they have read some of the book, they should know I wouldn’t do). But it’s me. It’s really me.
At the beginning I had considered sending every person a slightly different version (and fresh) of what they’d asked for. Thank God I didn’t go with that.
But it’s good to know that the book is not only selling, but people are reading and listening to it.
It was briefly in the Audible top 50 audiobooks today and I would recommend you get this version for all the extras (
It’s only £6.99 on Apple Books if you don’t like Audible, but if you're not with Audible, you can join for free, download my book dfor nothing and then fuck off without paying a penny). But I would also recommend you get a hardback version for easy reference and to keep by your bed. Or buy 100,000 copies and dedicate the rest of your life to leaving them in hotel rooms, like Gideon’s Bibles.
I had a demanding afternoon of talking about myself as I took part in two upcoming podcasts, the Guilty Feminist International Men’s Day special and a Movember podcast. I will let you know when they are out. It’s been an interesting journey this year, properly thinking about the International Men’s Day thing and shifting my perception a bit. I feel the book does a good job of explaining my conclusions and has the simple goal of stopping men asking THAT question on just one day of the year (the only day they ask it, mind). Can it succeed where ten years of tweeting failed?
No.
We have dashed our way through Schitt’s Creek over the last month (it’s a much more pleasant experience than How I Met Your Mother and my wife was on board for this one) and got to the last two episodes tonight. It’s a charming show with brilliant performances and the space for the actors to have fun. It’s interesting as a sitcom in that the characters start as quite unsympathetic and (although they don’t completely change) you come to have sympathy and love for them. I guess I was suspicious of it at the start because the Levy family do something only ever attempted by the Van Dykes before and I worried they were riding on their father’s fame. But Daniel Levy is actually by the far the best thing in it and gives the most subtle unsubtle performance I’ve seen. They aren’t monsters and it’s a sitcom about being kind (whilst still allowing you to enjoy the character flaws and vanity of the characters). Like the Detectorist it bucks the trend of thinking comedy has to be cruel and very cleverly doesn’t make the sexual preferences of its characters get judged by anyone. So you can enjoy two men falling in love (and it’s lovely) and no one is pulling a disapproving face (there’s a neat little rug pulled away when you think that the boyfriend’s parents are going to be problematic, but… oh let’s not spoil it).
There are sitcoms that make me laugh more, and I wish they were doing more episodes, but if you’re later than me to the party, then jump in.
