Dear Ijeawele, Or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions

It's just that — a letter. It rather felt like a bullet list — yes, everything proper and we should all know; but it was just a hastily written letter which became a book due to the fame of the author. That's the tragedy, not the content on the book, which you really don't need if you are already initiated into feminism, and if you're not then there are much better ways to get to that.

It's felt like that newspaper article which is quickly assembled to fill the empty space in tomorrow's edition listing all the right things.