Slam poetry written at midnight

Women’s bodies don’t really belong to them. That goes double for the poor, women of colour, HIV positive women and any other group that society can single out as less than “normal”.

There appears to be an unwritten rule of women’s magazine journalism that states no matter how staggeringly, jaw-splittingly, super-humanly attractive a female interviewee is there must be at least one conversation between subject and journalist about the subject’s (imaginary) flaws.

The difference between humour and dangerous immaturity

The last 7 days has left women in politics disillusioned, demonised and dismissed out of office

News of Alice Munro’s Man Booker International prize win is cause for celebration. Not just because she’s a woman but because she has relentlessly followed her muse. In terms of publishing she has done everything wrong.

Ruth Padel’s resignation may have been necessary, but leaves bigger questions about Oxbridge sexism unanswered

Magazines like Closer, though, are ostensibly by and for women. Don’t they have a responsibility to consider whether their editorial content is endorsing something that is dangerous to women?

The difference between writing like a boy and being one.

It is entirely possible to dress well without being a slave to fashion. Men manage. We should give it a try. I have a sneaking suspicion money in the bank is more empowering than an extra pair of Manolos.