The content of the book has caused a fair amount of controversy in itself (see here and here), but even without reading what's inside, I can't help pulling a face at the cover design. Frankly, I'm quite irate at the idea that the brain of a supposedly representative woman is filled with nothing but make-up, mobile phones, Manolo Blahniks and marriage plans.(*) Which woman has a brain like this: Lois Common-Denominator?
Anyway, this inspired me to speculate about the contents of my own head, and this is what popped out. Please note: it's not meant to reflect any other female on the planet. It's all me, me, me.
Right, I'm off to plot world domination now. And maybe have a cake at the same time.
(*) I suppose I might let them off if they publish a sequel called "The Male Brain" with a picture of a bin liner full of footballs and tits, because that would be equal-ops stupidity. But I bet they don't.