It was Susan Maushart s uberfeminist cousin Felicity who pointed out the sheer stupidity of writing a book about women and happiness. Happiness means different things to different women, Susan. Don t you get it? It s about women formulating their own definition of happiness. I get it, all right. What s not to get? Feminism has graciously set us free. What it has not done, unfortunately, is provide us with a map and compass. And that s the bitch. So what do you really want? More and better sex? Less sex? A stellar career? True love, a big fat wedding, children? All of the above, or just the five minutes of peace and quiet you can get by locking yourself in the bathroom once a fortnight?This crucial book is a guide for the perplexed of both genders. It looks at the evidence on women s wellbeing from the obvious (we prefer sex to commuting) to the salutary (sleep solves more of life s problems than money does) via the poignant (becoming a mother will bolster your sense of meaning in life but shred your enjoyment of it).
