'Will you ever work in television again?' the journalist asks, thrusting a microphone towards me. 'I hope so,' I say before scuttling into a cafe. It's feeding time and I need to express. But questions niggle, like chafed nipples. Can women stand up for their rights without retribution? Should you cry over spilled milk? And what happens when a good girl goes bad? Tracey Spicer was always the good girl. Inspired by Jana Wendt, this bogan from the Brisbane backwaters waded through the 'cruel and shallow money trench' of television to land a dream role: national news anchor for a major network. But the journalist found that, for women, TV was less about news and more about helmet hair, masses of makeup and fatuous fashion, in an era when bosses told you to 'stick your tits out', 'lose two inches off your arse', and 'quit before you're too long in the tooth'. Still, Tracey plastered on a smile and did what she was told. But when she was sacked by email after having a baby, this good girl turned 'bad', taking legal action against the network for pregnancy discrimination. In this frank and funny 'femoir' – part memoir, part manifesto – Tracey 'sheconstructs' the structural barriers facing women in the workplace and encourages us all to shake off the shackles of the good girl.