What We're Reading

It's 2006 and City Girl is a mere woman in a world of men, defiantly keeping her head above water in a macho sea of sexism and strip clubs.

Emmeline Pankhurst eat your heart out, this suffragette has to overcome a boss who tells off the girls as well as the guys, and a host of nasty males who refuse to hold the office door open for her.

If you can get past the first 20 pages of dry, blow by blow accounts, detailing such intimate revelations as getting caught in the rain on her first day and filling in forms with Fiona from HR, then you might make it to the end.

This story is observational without being humorous, an initial weak attempt at self deprecation that falls flat because it is made by someone with an ego slightly bigger than the City she worked in.

A fistful of clumsy metaphors and unnatural sounding conversations only serve to further remove her tedious tale from the realms of reality.

Rather than lifting the lid on investment banking, her confession appears to be, in summary: "Actually I was quite bored but I drank expensive champagne with the men because all the other women had traditional girl jobs and I was better than them.