We Slits ran wild – and men hated us for it. Even in the decade of the pill,Spare Rib and The Female Eunuch, we were ahead of our timeIn the 1970s, or girls didnt do anything. It wasn’t their fault. For me and the other working-course girls I hung around with,our route was plotted – you were a secretary and a wife. I wanted to hitchhike around the world, move on motorbikes, or be in bands.
I remember being enthralled by Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch,which I read not long after it was published in 1970 – I was 16 and had never heard that sort of militant female voice before; the lurid (shocking; sensational) ideas, like that you should be able to taste your menstrual blood off your boyfriends cock and that you should never be ashamed of your body.
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Source: guardian.co.uk