Slags Quotes

“You're fifteen, aren't you?
Yeah, so I know what I'm talking about.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“Boomer parents told their X-er and millennial daughters they could do it all, but they forgot to tell their sons to pull their weight as fathers. So you have all these burnt-out women. Fucked. Furious at their husbands. And their husbands have no idea why. They’re fucking outraged, too. They weren’t prepared for this. And THAT is why I have these fucking haemorrhoids.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“She talked about how she’d overcome the problem like you might in a job interview or an application. It was a pitch. She presented a shiny, complete story. Look what I made! She left no space for anyone to help her. This was why she couldn’t be vulnerable. Her patriarchal view of strength and success meant no one got a look-in. Even now, on the path to enlightenment, the thought of sitting with someone in her own emotional mess made Sarah cringe.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“Sarah”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“It made Sarah think of 2001: A Space Odyssey. Hal, the computer that went rogue. She was fearful of robots thanks to Hal. She always said thank you to Siri. And Alexa.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“Sarah thought: it didn’t matter who you fell in love with. What mattered was how you sold the inevitably disappointing resulting situation to yourself. That was real adult life.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“Got kids?’ Now Sarah had dealt with this frankly fucking insanely impolite question in various ways. I had a miscarriage this morning. I suffered early menopause. I have cancer of the womb. I had a baby once but I killed it, and prison was super boring – so I won’t be doing THAT again! Anything to shame them into considering their words and realising that this is a very personal, potentially pain-triggering question that you should under no circumstances ask a stranger.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“The 90s were beautiful, though. The freedom. We memorised phone numbers. We memorised directions. No one knew what we looked like. No one knew our reasons. No one could reach us. We were gods – and we didn’t know it.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags

“Alfa Romeo (a fuckboy car if ever she saw one;”
― Emma Jane Unsworth, Slags