ON WORSHIPPING GIRLS

Julie Burchill’s Girls On Film starts with a lie: men are worshipped in all walks of life, but women are worshipped only for their acting in movies. This statement is so hapless and self-loathing as to be beyond reasonable discourse. I worship the ground Simone De Beauvoir walked on, would love to have been an adult in the '50s solely for the chance to talk with Hannah Arendt, firmly believe Emily Bronte was one of the greatest people who ever lived, and have more than an affected liking for Billie Holliday.