Have you seen the “sexy mum” at the school gate? You know the one who wears the clingy low-cut top and a red lip at 8.30 am? Or the one with the languidly dishevelled rock ‘n roll hair and bootylicious jeans, who looks like she’s having an affair with an indie guitarist? There is one at my kids’ school who works a golden glittery block heel most mornings. Another one who always has sunglasses in a colour to match her many cute bodycon outfits. How do we feel about these women?
I was given this marvellous present by some dear friends. The Cunt Coloring Book was first published in 1975 by Tee Corinne, which makes it almost as old as me. The drawings in the book are part of a project she started in 1973 to document “real women’s cunts”. I will almost certainly never get round to actually colouring them in because I lack the necessary artistic skills to represent the complexity and colour variegation of labia. However, I am certainly enjoying looking at the line drawings and marvelling at the certainty that no two cunts are alike. I wonder if any scientific research has been done with identical twins on this subject – hmmm… *applying for funding now*.
People complained back in the 70’s about the title of this book, and I’m sure they are still complaining now, because ‘cunt’ is for some illogical reason, still seen as the most obscene word in the English language. Cunts are beautiful and wholesome. They are complex, sensitive and flexible. They give pleasure to their owners and to others. They swallow up penises and they push out humans. Why should such strong, life-giving things be associated with the most blasphemous, derogatory, insulting epithet? We should reclaim this word. If anyone calls you a cunt, beam at them and say “Why, thank you! I AM an amazing and mysterious creature!”