Grist for the mill

  Fresh off the rebound from another visit to the palace of justice. Reeling. Thinking. Grinding. Judgement will be given at the next date. Which is December. We will know if the Trump bomb is going to explode by then. I’ll be forty by then. Facebook memories showed me the crime scene this morning, wondered […]

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Why I have a ‘feminist killjoy’ tattoo: the consequences and value of visible feminism

The other day I was having a conversation about Beyonce’s feminist credentials when the topic of labels came up. ‘If you need to label yourself,’ a very smart woman in the conversation said, ‘then maybe you’re not really that thing.’ At the time I nodded, yes, this makes sense. But the more I mulled it […]

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