One of the chief delights of being a writer or cartoonist is that because you control the story, or the speech bubbles, it looks like you can think of a brilliant comeback at precisely the right moment. In real life there have been many times when somebody said something so outrageous my brain went into immediate melt-down and I was left so gobsmacked I could only stand there and gape like a particularly dim goldfish.
Most often I didn’t think of the perfect retort until hours later – the French have a beautiful-sounding phrase for this, which is "l'esprit d'escalier" – in other words, the perfect witticism you think of too late, when you’re on your way out down the stairs.
I think my own experiences led me to always include relevant suggestions in my books, such as Girl Stuff and Women’s Stuff. I always offer little “scripts”, handy one-liners and retorts to have ready for when people say something breathtakingly insulting or rude. Otherwise, in my case, I find I can end up just spluttering, or blurting out something not entirely grown up, such as “Shut up, you are”, “Oh get rooted, Aunty Pat, you interfering old walrus”, or just a weak and squeaky, “Pardon?”
In my survey for the book Women’s Stuff, of more than 7000 women, lots of ladies told me the extraordinary things that “friends”, relatives, even lovers had said to them – from years of “Hello, Fatty” to “No wonder you’re still single”, “Are you trying to get pregnant?”, “Why don’t you give me your car and buy yourself a better one?” “You won’t lose your looks when you’re old because you were never pretty anyway” and “Are you black, or from overseas or what?”