This book could be more accurately titled, 'How to be a Woman Like Me'. Or, given Moran's overfondness of capitals, LIKE ME. 
 This review will not be kind. I hated this book so much I wanted to squirt Cif on it and use it to scrub my sink. There was so much wrong with it that it's hard to know where to start, and others have summarised it far more eloquently than I can. So in short, here are a few reasons why this was a terrible read for me. 
 1. The 'because it suits me' feminism. So women shouldn't wear thongs and pretty underwear because she prefers 'big pants'. I thought feminism was, amongst many other things, about choice? And the inference here is that lingerie is 'for men'. Erm ...? I do not choose my underwear on the basis of men. I choose it on the basis of what I like, what's comfortable and what makes me feel good. It just so happens that I like nice bras and knickers, but that does not mean I wear them to impress men (mostly only I see my underwear), nor would I shade any woman, or man, who wanted to wear undies that were functional rather than aesthetically pleasing. 
 2. Related to one, her diatribe on high heels. She doesn't like or wear high heels so, surprise, surprise, these are unfeminist. And again the inference is that high heels are 'for men' and she then describes why men don't like women wearing them. Again, this is wonky thinking based on nothing. I wear heels because I like them - because no matter how comfortable my brogues are, they do not look as good, to me, as four inch stilettos. And I'm sure some men don't like women in high heels and that's fair enough. But I don't choose shoes for them. 
 3. Annoying chapter about why having babies is great, which is admittedly followed by a chapter on why having babies is crap, but even so that didn't negate it. If Paris is just a 'consolation prize' for people who don't have children then, well ... Hopefully that means next time I go to Paris there will be no screaming kids on the Eurostar. 
 4. No discussion of trans issues, sweeping generalisations (gay men love strip clubs), dubious choice of language ('retard'! Seriously!). 
 5. More wonky thinking, i.e. pole dancing = bad, burleseque = good. Katie Price = evil woman from hell, Lady Gaga = feminist icon. 
 6. Too many capital letters. Never a good idea. 
 7. It's not very interesting. 
 8. Moran asserts that 'bitching' (again, problematic use of word there for me) about other women is okay. Er, no it isn't. We can't like everyone, but there is nothing feminist about undermining other women (or men, for that matter).