I wasn’t going to write about this. I tend to find such obvious baiting off-putting, as well as the exploitation of women and children distasteful. But having read some of the responses from other bloggers, I feel compelled to join … Continue reading
A few things lately have led me to thinking. Saint George’s Day, the gearing up to the olympic games, and this letter published in the Sunday telegraph and on Liberal Conspiracy, signed by a group of writers, mp’s and other … Continue reading
I have been struggling to write a post about women’s relationships with their bodies (or in other words themselves) for a while now. Unsure how best to approach it, I have written, tweaked, deleted, sighed and given up many times … Continue reading
Driving in my car the other day, listening to the radio, I heard Plan B’s new single, Ill Manors for the first time. It is the most genuinely exciting, relevant, and important piece of popular music I’ve heard in … Continue reading
Rihanna. One of the most high profile victims of domestic violence in recent years. The receiving of a Grammy award by her abusive ex-partner Chris Brown, coupled with their recent collaboration on two remixed records, has meant their relationship is … Continue reading
I remember my first introduction to the world of bright, primary coloured plastic as though it were yesterday. My eldest son was almost a toddler and he had been given his first set of duplo bricks. It was something of … Continue reading
Today, of course, is International Women’s Day. A very beautiful day it is too. The sky is pale blue between light wispy clouds, and the Spring sun is shining gently over the green and brown hills that surround the small … Continue reading
I read an article published in the Mail Online yesterday (I know, don’t ask) which was entitled: The Jordan Effect: Third of young women would swap IQ for larger breasts. It described the findings of a poll that claimed nearly … Continue reading
Words. I have always liked them; liked writing them, reading them, experimenting with them. I think it’s probably fair to say that I’ve always been a bit wordy. The more expressive the better has tended to be my view when … Continue reading
When I was 17 or 18 – I can’t remember which – I had an abortion. Let me say now that I do not consider the above statement to be some big reveal. This is no weepy confessional, or any … Continue reading
