Welcome to the academic mean girls club. Radical feminism often gets a bad press, but it’s one of the branches of feminism that has been central in forming the movement that we have today.
I began reviewing books when I was ten years old, in my middle school English class. We were required to produce one per week, with occasional gems being read out in front of the class. Partly due to the frequency and volume of my work, and partly because I genuinely enjoy reading, and then considering and writing about books, I’ve become rather good at it.
Following my first article exploring the subject of whether we could easily convince the UK to adopt a Universal Basic Income (UBI) system, I’ve had feedback both on Medium and elsewhere. I always try to respond to comments because in writing an article I have begun a conversation, and I’d like to keep the conversation going.
Have you heard of Elizabeth Magie? She is one of many unsung female heroes of our time, and like so many other talented women over the years, she invented something that would change the world, and had her idea stolen by a man.
Growing up is easier when you have an instruction manual. I’m taking another step back in time to consider a vintage title. Vintage by my own Millennial standards, anyway. Following my review of last week, I’m looking at Sweet Sixteen and Never… a book that I read twenty years ago.
I’ve lived in Britain all my life, and nothing ever gets done around here. I approached this topic with a sense of doom and gloom, because it seems way too progressive for Brexit Britain to adopt. My elderly relatives are literally expecting the return of pounds, shillings and pence when we exit the EU.
Becoming self-employed has given me a lot of freedom. I can work my own hours, take breaks when I want, write in my pyjamas if I feel like it. But sometimes I just don’t have the inclination to actually do some work.
We need to change our attitudes on sex - but to what? Since the revelations of #MeToo, we’ve started some important conversations about not just consent, but pleasure and communicating our desires to our partners. The two are natural bedfellows, but these conversations are difficult for those who have been brought up to feel that sex, and our own bodies, are inherently shameful.
If you’ve been paying attention to my writing of late, you’ll know that I’ve found myself in a deepening pit of poverty, with any attempts to dig myself out of it ending in failure and more debt, insecurity and worry.
Now, you might think that this is one of the most unappealing things to write (and read) about, but hear me out. This is actually a fairly interesting tale.
I picked up my copy of Working from a charity bookstore, paying 50p for the yellowing and dog-eared copy that now graces my bookshelf. It gave me the impression of a book that’s been read and re-read, providing the reader with a great deal of pleasure.
A lot is being written about poverty in the UK at the moment, but hardly any of it by real-life poor people. I want to change that, and I can start by telling my own stories. This is how I ended up…
In researching this article, I’ve journeyed in to the arse ends of the internet to find out who the hell Count Dankula is. From what I can gather, he’s a “professional shitposter”, a 21st Century vocation if ever I heard one.
I’m not a fan of the argument that no-one has “the right not to be offended”, mainly because it tends to be weaponised against those we disagree with. “Offence” is one of the boogeymen of our time, like Political Correctness or Identity Politics.
Well, this is a novelty. I’ve written a few articles about the #MeToo backlash, and by some incredible coincidence that is hardly ever experienced by feminist writers (honestly it literally never happens, except maybe once every other minute or so), I’ve received a load of comments from dudes pushing back against the #MeToo movement.
CN: Suicide, Misogyny. I knew that this would happen. Women gaining a voice, swiftly followed by an impassioned plea for them to pipe down for the sake of vulnerable men. Those impudent women, making their allegations outside of a courtroom (and within it), with no regard for the impact on men.
There’s an underlying current of hatred and bitterness to Greer’s supposedly feminist teachings. The thing that I think of the most with regard to Germaine Greer is her insistence on imposing her 1970s values onto the present day. Her dogged intransigence and adherence to what worked once is remarkable, although not commendable.
My finances are in a terrible state. I’m making nowhere near as much as I need to from my writing (yet), and I’m too sick to hold down a job working for someone else. Like a lot of freelancers, I’m…
” Godwin’s Law states that as an online argument grows longer and more heated, it becomes increasingly likely that somebody will bring up Adolf Hitler or the Nazis. When such an event occurs, the person guilty of invoking Godwin’s Law has effectively forfeited the argument.
CN: Discussion of rape culture, and a generous side order of sarcasm. Since the #MeToo movement initially broke, I’ve had time to reflect on my own beliefs and behaviour, and those of the society that made the movement necessary.
Another day, another high school massacre. They happen so frequently now, that the shock value just isn’t there anymore. How awful, that the senseless deaths of children no longer shock us. Predictably, pro-gun spokespeople including politicians and celebrities have been scratching around for as many excuses as they can to deny that lax gun regulation was the cause of yet another school shooting.
“It was devastating, you know? Turned my whole life upside down.” “So what happened in court? How come they found you guilty?” “Oh, I wasn’t found guilty…” “That’s fortunate, I suppose. But it must have been awful having to defend yourself in the courtroom.” “Well, it didn’t actually make it to court.”
Strangely enough, my conservative parents brought me up as a boy – and it made me question my views on femininity. As a child, I was brought up as a boy. I’d be encouraged to do “boy stuff”, and I…