There are two columnists I’m always fascinated to read: Caitlin Moran and Liz Jones. Moran is a relentlessly positive, kick-ass feminist, with a filthy sense of humour, an army of friends and an infectious passion for life. Jones is a self-confessed misanthrope, lonely, anorexic and obsessed with comparisons. Moran grew up in Wolverhampton and writes for The Times. Jones (who was editor of Vogue), grew up in Rettenden and writes for The Daily Mail.
They talk about similar issues: identity, culture, sexuality, life. Both are funny and bright. But as you’ve probably gathered – they’re very different. Moran is evangelical about accepting all your wobbly bits, (inside and out). She hasn’t an ounce of self-pity, though she writes movingly about her past. Jones, who has been anorexic since age 11, had her breasts surgically removed before she was 20 and has made a career out of self-hatred. She is even marketed as the ‘anti-Moran’.
Moran wrote a book called ‘How to be a Woman’. She’s the older sister who shows us the ropes. Jones wrote ‘Girl Least Likely To’ (sample: ‘nothing I have done in life has ever worked out’) and is regularly pilloried in the national press.
Everyone loves Moran. No-one admits to liking Jones. Both are read by millions.
What does this tell us?