The word “feminism,” Moran said, has for some reason gone off the rails to connote, incorrectly, preachy humorlessness and grim separatism. “When I talk to girls, they go, ‘I’m not a feminist,’ ” she said. “And I say: ‘What? You don’t want to vote? Do you want to be owned by your husband? Do you want your money from your job to go into his bank account? If you were raped, do you still want that to be a crime? Congratulations: you are a feminist.’ ”

Even more amusing:

Addressing in the book the vexing question of what to call your “No. 1 vestibule” — your vagina — she describes how she asked her 200,000-plus Twitter followers what they call theirs and immediately received more than 500 responses. (These included “tuppence,” “cupcake” and “Birmingham City Center.”)

I resisted the temptation to save this in my Cupcakes stash.

P.S. I am a feminist.

I am a feminist too, but then I studied history... a knowledge-burden with which the young ladies of today choose not to trouble themselves.