This book makes me feel a bit sad about being a woman, and even sadder that I was conned into buying it.
Everything about its initial appearance is misleading:
a) 'Dangerous Women'? The authors don't sound they've done anything more dangerous between them than take a swim after lunch. Advice on topics such as 'Adventure' are shocking: 'A shortlist of near-to-home, gutsy, sports activities can help to focus the mind, challenge the body and blow away the cobwebs'... Really? Hold the phone. Stop the press. Take the cat as I fall off my chair and into a deep well of despair.
b) 'The Guide to Modern Life' - Nothing (bar the tactical neon lettering on the front cover) about this book is modern. The quotes are old (and either so well-known they're not worth re-printing, or not all that insightful), most of the subjects are tedious and the 'guide' feels like it's being given to you by a prissy old aunt that no-one wants to be sat next to at dinner. Entries like 'Annoying women who like football', which shudders at the thought of women 'who drink pints down the pub', shows its true, frowning, joyless old face.
c) The blurb describes its authors as offering 'practical but humorous advice'. The only times I laughed were in disbelief. What's worse is I think the authors really were trying to be funny: 'Today, romance is so laidback it's horizontal.' Wow. Caitlin Moran quake in your boots.
I don't wish that this book dies a slow and painful death, but I do think it's been wholly, cunningly and inappropriately misbranded to make it look like a cute and fun Christmas gift (and the placed 5-star reviews proclaiming it 'the perfect Christmas gift!' just prove the point). If it were called something diabolical like 'Pearls of wisdom for women of all ages' with a powder blue cover, a limited print run and a foot-level shelf positioning, I could forgive it for being lazy, unfunny and having an ill-advised A-Z format that just doesn't work. However, what's not forgiveable is having nothing new - nothing even interesting - to say on any of the 600 entries the inside cover brags to have. What good are 600 entries when you're scraping the barrel with 'Banana - the handbag essential' and 'Arms - the punctuation marks of our body'? Seriously, what good?
I would go as far to say that books like this are the reason sexism still exists, and after all we've been through (I won't make a list; there are more than 600 entries) us women deserve better than this 'guide to modern life'.