Growing up

Reading a title called Confessions of a failed Grown-up. It's British humour by a lady who has also written a few other books, notably Confessions of a Failed Mother. It has a lot of good stuff like take-offs on ageing (sagging assets, and other usual things that happen to various body parts), parenting, husbands and how useless they usually are, fear of spiders, Saturday Night Fever (it has more cuss words than anyone can remember, and not much dancing, and yet was a big hit), and so on. What Do You Call Yours, is a chapter devoted to wondering what you tell the children to call their "willies" or "noo-noos" or whatever, and quite hilarious.

There is also some angst about British (female)clothes sizes- from 5 to 22, and the fact that they don't actually make/sell more than a few small sizes-it seems they end at around size 12. The author claims that most females are forced to diet because otherwise they couldn't buy any clothes. She suggests that they change to the American sizes, because they are amaller numbers, making you feel better even if you are 'fat'. A size 10 (American) is the same as say, 20 in Britain.

The behavior of children she desribes is devastatingly funny, with their air of being the lords of all they survey, and acting as if their mother is a slave created to fulfill their every wish.

The author essentially says she has failed to grow up, and cites a lot of supporting evidence-inability to resist chocolates, inability to be like other mothers, and so on. Why she can't have affairs is also a funny piece, one reason being she cannot plan or be organised, so she can't possibly manage an affair. There are also a few good take-offs on Tony Blair and Margaret Thatcher.