The CHICK-tionary: From A-Line to Z-Snap, the Words Every Woman Should Know
by Anna Lefler
There are two things that I never miss an opportunity to tell my husband.
1. He’s damn lucky.
2. He’s damn lucky that I am not a high-maintenance girl.
Now, high-maintenance isn’t among the “450+ words no woman can live without” that are included in Anna Lefler’s The CHICK-tionary (although it probably should be), but that’s not the point. The point is that before reading this, I never realized how lacking I am in the girly-girl department. (Girly-girl is included in The CHICK-tionary. Although I think I just used it in the wrong context.)
Because I will never be mistaken for being an -ista anything or a Goddess or a Diva, I am apparently missing out on, like, HALF THE WORLD.
That would be the half of the world that runs on all things female. The half of the world that knows about such crucial matters like “fill” and “acrylic nails” and “mani-pedi’s.” (My first and last mani-pedi was for my sister-in-law’s wedding in 1999, before the mani-pedi was actually called such).
Quite possibly, you own an “it bag,” maybe one made of something called “shagreen” (which connotates for me a bad 70s rug that resembles a forest) whereas I’m a little perturbed that my one and only purse might need to be replaced after only a year. A Bag Hag I am most certainly not.
And I know I am woefully lacking in the Black Shoe department. I might have … um, three pairs? OK, maybe four, but no more than that.
You see? You see what I mean about not being high-maintenance? I am a dream wife, I tell you. I don’t do ANY of this fashion or shopping or upkeep shit, and I don’t know why I don’t. (Well, yeah, I have a theory, but that’s a whole ‘nother story, one that’s generally told after a few cocktails or … six.) You will not see me getting Botox for the purpose of eradicating my future Marionette Lines or Parentheses.
But regardless of whether one plays in this particular playground, it is helpful to know the lexicon of the game. In fact, it’s downright necessary. And that’s where my new wingwoman Anna Lefler comes in, with her new book The CHICK-tionary. (“Wingwoman: the female version of the wingman, your wingwoman has got your back and all of your other sides as well. Mutual and deeply committed, the wingwoman relationship is most observable in large-scale social situations such as clubbing that require complex reconnaissance and secure transmission of sensitive information.” pg. 219)
As my wingwoman, Anna’s given me (and admit it, maybe you?) a primer on all matters pertaining to hair and nails and fashion. It’s all here in The CHICK-tionary, right at my unmanicured fingertips. There are also quite a few terms related to the machinations of relationships and the goings-on in and near the Hoo-Ha – everything from waxing techniques to the instruments used at the Gynie.
Lest you all think I’m some sort of a Hot Mess when it comes to these things, I did recognize quite a considerable number of terms included in The CHICK-tionary. For example, Anna has the whole male-relationship/Flirtationship spectrum covered, defining everything from Friends with Benefits to the Himbo to the George Glass (who is not to be confused with the Kryptonite Guy), while clarifying the all-important difference between the Office Spouse and the Internet Spouse.
I had fun reading this book (and, truth be told, writing this review). I’ve been a fan of Anna’s for almost 3 years now, having been introduced to her blog (“Life Just Keeps Getting Weirder“) from the mentions on Beth Kephart’s blog. In fact, it was the book deal for The CHICK-tionary that Beth emailed me and Florinda about as we were en route to the Book Blogger Convention this year, and which we spent some time talking up. (Anna is akin to the bloggers’ version of a disneyified Pop Tart, “livin’ the dream” of many a blogger in that the publishing powers-that-be came to HER, book deal contract in hand.)
The CHICK-tionary, as one might expect, is a light and fun and humorous read. It’s “fresh,” in a good way. (In the way that Anna defines it on pg. 74). This is a book to give your BFF or your Biffle for her Bachelorette Party, or for her Unwedding, or just when she is feeling more Wifed than MILFed.
This is probably not the book to have on the nightstand in the guest room when your conservative in-laws come to visit. (Or, if you do, make it an unhighlighted version.)
Anna knows the world of the chicks. (As well as those who are “chic,” according to my Betty, who claims that Ms. Lefler’s people have the wrong variation of Chick in the title. “A Chick is a baby chicken,” my all-knowing Betty states, adamantly. “A Chic [pronounced chick in her vernacular] is someone who walks around in bikinis all the time. That book, because it is pink and LOOKS like it is for people who walk around in bikinis all the time, should be called The Chic-tionary.”)
Good Lord, I think my 10 year old has a better handle on this girl stuff than I do.
Still, regardless of whether you are a Chick or a Chic – or someone who is a hot mess when it comes to understanding Chicks and Chics – don’t despair.
Anna Lefler can be your Wingwoman too.
I was delighted to receive a free copy of The CHICK-tionary from the fine ladies at TLC Book Tours. I was not compensated in any way for my honest review.
In addition, here’s what Florinda had to say:
The 3Rs: Reading, ‘Riting, and Randomness (Florinda tells us about being present for Anna’s first book signing) and also gives us a sampling of words from The Chick-tionary.
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