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As the shenanigans in the Big Brother house have proved, when women get together it doesn't take long for the bitching to start
There's a warm welcome waiting for us at Kate Figes's book and art-filled north London home, but our entrance is a bit comedic. What's the first thing the photographer says, after looking her up and down? "Have you got anything more colourful to wear for the shoot?" I turn to him and say, "You do realise we're here to discuss a book about bitching, don't you?" Figes, resplendent in a bulky duck-egg blue jumper, laughs amiably, produces mugs of coffee, and promises to work up an outfit later. First, we'll talk.See the full content of this document
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The Bitch Is Back (Actually, She Never Left )
You can't really beat conversation among women, although I realise my viewpoint's hardly impartial. It's comparable to watching a fast-moving stream. Both are swift and supple, dancing around rocks and skimming effortlessly along bends. If something unexpected falls in, it's either buoyed along or pushed to the bottom without any loss of momentum. Ditto deviations that branch off into weird and wonderful tributaries. But water is as dangerous as it is delightful, and the same is true of language. Whoever said "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me" was deluded. Research shows that the hurt caused by verbal abuse targets...
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