On why we need International Women’s Day

Much like my favourite Twitter profile in the build-up to Christmas is the ever patient, almost saint-like, John Lewis from Virginia who is categorically *not* a retail store, my favourite one on March 8th, International Women’s Day, is Richard Herring’s, who (less patiently but no less diligently) explains to every whining person that International Men’s… Continue reading On why we need International Women’s Day

On being a woman and being angry

This week I’m angry, and for good reason. It’s been a bit of a rubbish week for global feminism if we’re honest. With a hyperbolic and contentious US election that seemed to turn into a fight between a couple of kids rather than any sort of political debate, one thing came through that everyone can… Continue reading On being a woman and being angry

On ogling male athletes

Anyone who watched the Rio Opening Ceremony could not have failed to notice the shirtless, well-oiled, well-sculpted Tongan flag bearer, either because you yourself did a double take or because of the sheer wave of articles and pictures now strewn across the internet. He glistened, he rippled, he completely distracted the attention of basically every… Continue reading On ogling male athletes