
If a book like The Bitch Rules has one ground to exist, it is that we know finally have a work brave enough to kick The Rules where it hurts most. The Rules, a horrible guide for young women on how to behave, could have been written in the 1920s, but it has no place in the nineties.
So in the magical year 2000 Elizabeth Wurtzel, the self-labelled bitch, finally has the nerve to write a book anti-The Rules. And she deserves your applause for that. That the first third of the book is an absolute masterpiece, should be the reason why that applause still goes on. Sadly, there it stops.
What follows is good to great (with tiny intervals of tediousness or apathy), but misses the excellence The Bitch Rules opened with. Which still doesn�t mean "good to great" is bad, but just Wurtzel gave us too high hopes with the opening chapters.
If The Bitch Rules deserves even more credit, then it�s because this book accepts the rules of love. When in love there are no rules you can trust. Every relationship is different. Every person is different. There are no universal rules. The Bitch Rules understands this and dares to contradict other rules in the book (and admit it).
The message the book wants to give to girls is to be brave and dare. One of the rules is that you shouldn�t be afraid of movies, not even the ones with subtitles.
I certainly don�t agree with all the rules (I, for instance, don�t get the rule telling you to only wear Levi�s 501s - I�m very happy with my Canabis jeans: better quality for less money), but that isn�t the point of the book. It�s a wake-up call to girls everywhere. Let�s hope they read it.
When her other books and interviews hinted at it, The Bitch Rules prove that Elizabeth Wurtzel is a very funny woman. There, another clich� finally blown to pieces.
It�s not necessarily a must-agree, but it certainly a must-read.