All right, to start, I don't think this book was really meant for me or people like me, despite Dutchman-Smith's protestations to the contrary. Just to get it out of the way, I'm 37 years old (so the exact age at which Dutchman-Smith was first confronted with her impending Hagdom), I've never been married, and I don't have children, nor have I ever wanted them, I'm white, and cis. By Dutchman-Smith's metrics, I barely classify as a woman at all, really.
Here's the thing about this book, at least for me: it stopped being relevant 10-15 years ago. Dutchman-Smith does not organize her arguments, what few there are, in any coherent manner. Most of her sources are 10-15 (or more) years out from publication. That is not to say that a work published in 1982 isn't still valid, but I'm not going to take as gospel a work that was written when "tranny" was still an acceptable insult as relevant to the argument about gender essentialism currently ongoing. Because thoughts and ways of thinking change. Which is the problem, I think. This is 300+ pages of her screaming into the void and hoping that she's going to look good in the future, no matter what she says in the introduction.
So why did I hate this book so much when I think of myself as a feminist?
It's pretty simple. This is 300+ pages Dutchman-Smith condescending to the younger generation in that age old trope of you'll understand when you're older, constantly berating people for not taking advice that she freely admits that she would not have taken when she was younger. As a rhetorical strategy, telling the people you are trying to win over that they're essentially too stupid to understand why you're right and they're wrong is not winning you many friends.
There's also her unabashed TERFdom, which while she only explains what the term means once, 300 pages in, is apparent throughout the entire book. She makes a point of arguing that she doesn't believe in "punching down," i.e., attacking a more vulnerable group throughout this book, but this argument clearly does not apply to the trans people on both sides of transition whom she consistently mis-genders. This book is centred in England and pretty exclusively England, but while Dutchman-Smith revisits the reaction to JK Rowling's tansphobia on at least 6 occasions--red paint was thrown on her handprints in Edinburgh!!!! the horror!!!--she is conspicuously silent about the attempted suicide rate amongst the Trans population of Britain, which a quick Google from sources such as the government website is at 34%, with more than 16% attempting suicide more than once. The rate of attempted suicide among women and girls in the UK, as reported by that selfsame government, is 5.3 out of 100 cases, or 5.3%. But sure, you're not punching down. Dutchman-Smith argues a biologically essentialist slate of drivel at every turn. I'm 37 years old, and I've never sat there thinking that the United States of America repealed Roe v Wade because the fight is over or it's not trendy to push for women's rights, but I've definitely felt the need to expand abortion care to transmen who might need it even though they don't identify as women, or that a transwoman who needs to access a shelter or resources to deal with intimate partner violence (a big concern for Dutchman-Smith, the violence, I mean, but only if you happen to have a uterus) would be denied and end up having to stay or possibly be homeless.
There are things that Dutchman-Smith argues that are important: pension poverty, the disproportionate rate at which women are expected to take care of elders and children and do the, in her words, "shit work," but presents no coherent argument about this. It's just like porn is causing the rise of violent sex crimes, although I personally question that because correlation is not causation.
I'm not even going to touch the Mumsnet thing, which I assume is similar to the Mommy bloggers in the US and Canada, except to say that my problem with those people is one that Dutchman-Smith glosses over in her attempt to make them (and herself) look like victims, and it's this: I don't care if you want live as a housewife from the 50s or if you want to dedicate yourself to your children, and I believe that mothers need support, but the rate at which misinformation is spread as the gospel (one debunked study about vaccines causing autism and we all gotta get measles again? well, not me, my mother listened to professionals who studied and had their work peer-reviewed and got me fucking vaccinated so I didn't die, but to each their own). Dutchman-Smith makes one off-hand comment about vaccines and science in this chapter that makes me think she's also an anti-vaxxer.
I've reached her entire defence of the Karen archetype, which again Dutchman-Smith ignores the origins of because middle-aged white women yelling at teenager over expires coupons and calling the police on their black or hispanic neighbours is not something she wants to have to think about. There is an intersection of privilege and oppression when it comes to middle-aged white women, but Dutchman-Smith doesn't want to address the former at all in the hopes that you will be so dazzled by her argument that we only call these people entitled because they are independent, evidence forthcoming I assume because outside of polling a few middle-aged white women she has none.
There are arguments to be made about the beauty standards of society, although I wouldn't have made them the way Dutchman-Smith has, about how women are consistently silenced and treated with less grace, threatened, attacked, and murdered, undervalued, and treated as lesser. There are arguments to be made that medically women don't receive the same level of care that men do because the system caters to men, that women are still expected to do most of the emotional and physical labour when it comes to family-building and family time, and that women are valued less as they age. And those arguments will still be valid even if the woman in question doesn't have a uterus.
Dutchman-Smith could have written something truly important, but instead chose to write a biologically essentialist screed that needed heavy editing and probably should have stayed within the confines of her Mommy Blog.
Who knows? Maybe I'm on the wrong side of history. Dutchman-Smith devoted a whole chapter to telling me I would be, and I should just adopt her point of view now because it would be mine in ten years when I had enough life experience to know better. That's a problem for me in 10 years, but even if that is the case, this book is still fucking terribly written.