Just the other day while indulging in a little gentle subediting at at the Newspaper I Occasionally Visit the chap sitting next to me apologised. And it wasn’t the first time either. He was saying sorry for swearing within range of my delicate female ears. For him it was a kind of reflex – you […]
How can I raise feminist boys when I’m in charge of the housework?
What women are supposed to know
Have you ever noticed that there are certain bits of knowledge that are presumed to magically arrive with the birth of your first child? You know. There is the mum wisdom that you will have acquired or at least you must pretend that you have. I’d like today, Feminist Friday, to address these issues. If […]
I’m not sexist, but…
You know that sexism everyone’s going on about. The one that everyone agrees is a Very Bad Thing but most certainly doesn’t happen anywhere round here. That one. Well, the thing is, it does happen round here, round there and most other places. It has occurred to me that many of the perpetrators of sexism […]
What’s the point of feminism when so many men are shit?
I wrote this post three years ago. Has anything changed? It was magical. Sunlight made the mountain snow sparkle and the only sound was boots crunching. Boots crunching and people talking. Three women were chatting – intelligent, successful women enjoying the stunning Scottish scenery, respite from the festive round and the chance to […]