Don't look at me like that. This is a book about a sex scandal: did you really expect me to be a nun and/or the Virgin Mary?

As a feminist I feel immediately guilty because everyone is trying to encourage girls into STEM subjects now, but to be honest I’m not dedicated enough to the Vagenda to force myself to become a computer programmer.

Unless an old white man can profit from your sexuality, you better hide it, because if it can't be exploited, it will be punished.

If the school population discovers I banged two dudes in one night, the girls will call me a bitch and a slut, and the guys will high five and call me easy while flinging their own feces at each other.

He wants me to abandon my pain just to alleviate his own. He wants me to do what women have been forced to do for millenia: bury their own hopes and ambitions so the men can chase theirs. And I won't do it. I won't.

What do I want to be now? Bold. Fierce. Honest. A fighter. A revolutionary. A bitch. Because the way the world treats teenage girls – as sluts, as objects, as bitches – is not okay. It’s the exact opposite of okay.

Basically, if you're a woman, you're damned if you do and damned if you don't.