The Clitourist review

I waited on pins and needles for this book to arrive. Finally, I thought, a book solely on the most amazing part of the female anatomy! I couldn't wait to see how the author addressed the myriad issues surrounding "clitoral awareness", and waited eagerly to see what the book would add to my own knowledge of the clitoris.

The answer to that can be summed up in one word: Nothing. Or, if you prefer: Zip. Zilch. Nada.

The Clitourist touts itself as "a witty, empowering guide to the hottest spot on earth -- and a woman's body." I take issue with this claim -- first of all, most of the "wit" in the book would, in my opinion, truly be appreciated only by a prepubescent male. Maybe I'm prude, who knows? But the use of slang terms like "bush", "beaver" and "fur burger" are, in my humble opinion, better suited to the boys' locker room than the pages of a supposedly "empowering" book like this one.

And speaking of empowering -- I'm sorry, but that's about as far from the mark as you can get with this book. This book is, as far as I can tell, supposedly marketed to a female audience -- yet some of the comparisons and descriptions used throughout the book make use of ridiculous female stereotypes. Consider, for example, the following:

"It's hard to describe the feeling of an orgasm. Though if you imagine fireworks shoe shopping, you wouldn't be too far off."

...Excuse me? Did she just compare an orgasm to shoe shopping?

The comparison was so laughable to me that I actually had to throw the book aside in disgust. And let us not get into my reaction upon reading the phrase "chia pet" as a descriptor of the vulva. I'm sorry, but in what way, exactly, is this book supposed to be empowering? Chia pet? I, for one, do not have a "chia pet" between my legs. I have a vulva, and I think that I, and all women, deserve better than the tripe contained within the covers of this book. Stop it with the baby names -- if you want to empower us, give us the real names, dammit.

In short, do yourself a favour -- if you need empowerment, seek it someplace other than The Clitourist. If you know anything at all about your own bodies, girls, the only thing this book will do for you is give you some serious eye-rolling practice.