The worst thing about her column is that you can tell that she thinks it is truly groundbreaking or something. Her writing (and whole personality, to be fair) is very much stuck in that late 90s “I’m mad, me! Woooo BUM SEX” persona.
She’s so incredibly out of touch, you can see it when she calls herself the first “feminist” to have written about removing pubic hair and eating disorders. She’s started doing this thing now she’s obviously noted she’s a bit out of touch, so she does the whole “oh hahaha I’m SO OLD AND RUBBISH” mixed with the aforementioned soooo zany and rude routine, and the end result is nothing of substance, just a lot of silly, un-funny, un-shocking and unrelatable fluff.
It’s like she cannot let go of the fact she used to be cool (in her own eyes, at least). I just want to give her shake and say “Caitlin, you’re a columnist for THE TIMES and you have been for a while. You are not 19 writing for music magazines and presenting tit late night yoof telly anymore, and you are so far from cool it’s embarrassing. You are a middle class fraud, a well-paid pretend Labour supporter in an expensive London multi-storey house with a huge loft conversion. Nobody is impressed by explicit stories about your maintenance shags or the time those girls stopped you on a train to tell you they have a wank club because of you. STOP IT”.