Freud would have a field day with this one.

Caryl Churchill, through Top Girls, takes a blow at feminism that not even the existence of Sarah Palin could match. In Churchill’s mind, apparently, women in businesses are, more or less, jokes of society, whether they be power-hungry, child-abandoning, self-empowered women (such as Marlene, Nell, or Wynn) or scheming, slightly-stupid underage runaways (such as Shona or Angie). As a matter of fact, she takes stabs at womanhood in general with her stereotypical portrayals of the tragically-unhappy-with-her-predetermined-position-in-life, control freak Joyce (and Pope Joan) and the desperate, subservient housewife Mrs. Kidd (and Griselda). Following this theme, Nijo is irrationally accepting of her position as a full-bred prostitute, Isabella Bird is seen as eventually accepting her place as a housewife in the British Isles, and Dull Gret, who I would not be shocked to learn was Churchill’s disgusting attempt at a homosexual character, was both boorishly male-hating and only capable of occasional caveman-inspired outbursts of dialogue. The disgusting menstruation reference between Kit and Angie seems to be further evidence of Churchill's own self-loathing for her sex.

That being said in concerns to the subject matter itself, let me turn attention to her pretentiously specific speech patterns. I have never seen a playwright make such a deal out of overlapping dialogue as Churchill did in this. I can only think that this was saying that women are too busy speaking over one another to listen and get anything accomplished. Considering she was a successful female herself, I have to imagine this was a poor attempt at self-satire and not truly a social commentary on the inadequacies of women.