That cheeky Emma Watson is up to something fiendishly clever. She’s dropping paperback copies of Maya Angelou’s Mom & Me & Mom around the London Underground to turn unsuspecting travelers into gender empowered thieves. This is the kind of subway easter egging you can still do if you don’t have a beard and darker skin, in which case London goes into lockdown and police dogs and robots are called in.
The Maya Angelou littering is part of Watson’s Our Shared Self feminist book club program to make sure women read as much overrated self-congratulatory drivel as possible. Not that women aren’t buying books, simply the wrong kind. 50 Shades of Grey just laughed into its piles of money.
Watson’s been making great strides in her UN Ambassador for All Things Chick position to ensure that educated, professional women in major Western metropolises are fully self-actualized. No word on how that trickles down to the beaten down women with burqas and bones through their noses in hundreds of lands around the world where women could use some help. Fuck the food drops, today you’re getting tired prose about how women are caged birds. Quit pretending you’re dead, that’s not funny.