Bridget Jones’s Diary

by Helen Fielding

It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It’s like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting ‘Cathy’ and banging your head against a tree.

It is proved by surveys that happiness does not come from love, wealth or power but the pursuit of attainable goals: and what is a diet if not that?

After all, there is nothing so unattractive to a man as strident feminism.

‘We women are only vulnerable because we are a pioneer generation daring to refuse to compromise in love and relying on our own economic power.

informality of messaging medium into being impertinent to boss.

‘That is just such crap,’ I slurred. ‘How dare you be so fraudulently flirtatious, cowardly and dysfunctional? I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Goodbye.’