"As women glide from their twenties to thirties, Shazzer argues, the balance of power subtly shifts. Even the most outrageous minxes lose their nerve, wrestling with the first twinges of existential angst: fears of dying alone and being found three weeks later half-eaten by an Alsatian." January, p. 18

"You should have said 'I'm not married because I'm a Singleton, you smug, prematurely aging, narrow-minded morons,' Shazzer ranted. 'And because there's more than one bloody way to live: one in four households are single, most of the royal family are single, the nation's young men have been proved by surveys to be completely unmarriageable, and as a result there's a whole generation of single girls like me with their own incomes and homes who have lot of fun and don't need to wash anyone else's socks. We'd be as happy as larks if people like you didn't conspire...