I couldn't get past the third paragraph. Juvenilia with the aid of a thesaurus and 'dummies guide to feminism'.
Shall we all have a go? Here's my attempt, but subject matter 'making a cup of tea':
"I ached for the satisfaction of a freshly constructed receptacle of oriental leaf infusion. My day had been one of most heart-wrenching nadirs of my modern existential dilemmas - to Tetley or not to Tetley? To my horror, my treasure trove of infusions harboured none. It transpired that that most resentful of males, 'the she-man', had usurped the last infusion-satchel. It was the most brutal of expressions of his disdain for my yearning for oriental leaf infusion. I now call the episode 'the infusion confusion'. I recognised the 'infusion confusion'. It resonated with the most quiversome authenticity. However, the she-man, to this day, refuses to validate my most tenacious belief in the infusion confusion. My children - MY children - refuse to engage with me about my epiphany which the infusion confusion brought forth".
Ms Cusk, please, please, please: you must do better.