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		<title>&#8220;There&#8217;s sun all over me, like I&#8217;m being showered in golden sun drops&#8221;</title>
		<description>And on top of the cask I feel as if the sunlight is piercing me all over - but piercing me in a good way - and I look down through half-lidded eyes and think how bizarre it is that Luke de Villiers's dark head is between my legs - ...</description>
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		<title>&#8220;You might as well call her Chili Powder!&#8221;</title>
		<description>Dad is still totally fixated by the baby. He's put a finger into the crib, and the baby has wrapped her tiny hand around it.

"So, old girl," he's saying. "What are we calling you, then?"

"We haven't decided yet," I say. "It's so hard!"

"I've brought you a book!" says Mum, rootling ...</description>
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		<title>&#8220;Will you two sisters just stop fighting for once!&#8221;</title>
		<description>"I'm only doing it for your own good, Becky! You're addicted to spending! You have to learn how to say no!"

"I can say no!" I practically spit in fury. "I can say no whenever I like! I'm just not choosing to say it right now! I will take one," I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.chickliterati.com/home/shopaholic-and-sister/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;And now, finally, I start to relax. To savour it.&#8221;</title>
		<description>The double doors swing open, and I hear the rustle of four hundred people turning in their seats. The string orchestra starts to play the theme from Sleeping Beauty, and the bridesmaids begin to process up the aisle.

And suddenly I'm walking forward. I'm walking into the enchanted forest, carried on ...</description>
		<link>http://www.chickliterati.com/home/shopaholic-ties-the-knot/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;There must be things in my life other than shopping&#8221;</title>
		<description>"So Rebecca," she says, sitting back in her seat and giving me a dissatisfied glance. "What are your hobbies?"

"Uhm..." I open my mouth and close it again. My mind's gone completely blank. Come on, I must have some hobbies. What do I do at the weekends? What do I do ...</description>
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		<title>&#8220;Thank God I&#8217;ll Be Able To Pay Off My Overdraft&#8221;</title>
		<description>I have to admit, for one heartstopping moment I think... This Is It! He's Proposing! (Funnily enough, the very next thought that flashes into my mind is Thank God I'll Be Able To Pay Off My Overdraft. Hmmm. When he proposes for real, I must make sure to think something ...</description>
		<link>http://www.chickliterati.com/home/the-secret-dreamworld-of-a-shopaholic/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;You can stick the PTA up your gold-plated ass&#8221;</title>
		<description>"Lead? You don't lead, Brownie. You terrorize. What you do has nothing to do with supporting your children's school. It's all about manipulating the other parents to make you feel important. Your PTA should be called Pain, Torture, and Agony Association. No one can say what they think. Working mothers ...</description>
		<link>http://www.chickliterati.com/home/wife-in-the-fast-lane/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230; see if they are still dying to come here and better the world?&#8221;</title>
		<description>Why, in this age of super technology, do all those diplomats need to physically be here. taking up all the best parking spaces and the best tables at restaurants, adding to the non-English-speaking environment in the city? Why can't they email their votes from their respective countries? Why should we ...</description>
		<link>http://www.chickliterati.com/home/everyone-worth-knowing/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;You heard me. Consenting acts of defecation&#8230;&#8221;</title>
		<description>“Check this out - we’re at dinner.”

“Where?” Rose asked dutifully.

“Tangerine. Very nice. And we’re sitting there, and the lights are low, and the candles are flickering, and I haven’t spilled any couscous on myself, and he tells me why he broke up with his last girlfriend. Evidently he’d developed certain ...</description>
		<link>http://www.chickliterati.com/home/in-her-shoes/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;I sometimes longed for the coziness of a calendar locking grids&#8230;&#8221;</title>
		<description>Sitting in my apartment in New York, I snapped out of my reverie, realizing how that he was right. Though I did get stressed out at school and I wasn't going to whitewash those hard moments in gilded hindsight, I was nostalgic. Those times were stressful but always safe. A ...</description>
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