“We’re man and wife,” he said. It was my husband speaking about something I can’t remember. Certainly nothing important. Another one of those domestic conversations, half attended to and disregarded before long. Earlier than most if it was of the ‘it’s your turn’ variety. “Hang on a minute,” I said. “That’s sexist, isn’t it?” “No,” […]
Menopause: A manifesto
It should’ve been funny, but it wasn’t. My mood and the success of my day hinged on the presence – or otherwise – of my battery-operated fan – in my bag at work. The other day it wasn’t there, it was sitting in my lovely cool kitchen at home. Damn. I could feel the sweat […]
Death to supermummy, her time is up
There’s a mythological creature out there. At first glance, it seems like a perfectly ordinary woman trying to earn a few quid, do the best for her family and scratch out a few measly moments at the end of a busy week for herself. Yet, she has magical powers. She can run the house, look […]
Periods. Period. What should we call it?
It’s a terrible cringe of a word – period. If a word ever wore a tight bun and kept its books in alphabetical order, it’s a period. This is the word that goes with the twee trickles of dyed blue water poured in gleaming ad-land laboratories. Period. Flow, stop. Period. We need something better. Humanity […]
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 […]