Melanie May has been a beloved part of the KnockBack family since the beginning. She’s like a rarely seen aunt from Canada, or the lady who works in the launderette. Continue reading
Category Archives: DIY
If You Want Something Doing (properly)
By Marie Berry
Is it contentious to say that men fucked the world up? Is it sexist? What if I said it was overweight middle aged white men in suits from the west, who have systematically fucked the planet from the cosmos down? Is that sizest, sexist, racist, heterophobic? I mean, some of my friends and family are middle aged straight white men, but I think they’d mostly agree….
That’s What She Said
By Emma Derringer
She said ‘They’re looking for someone who really wants to be a PA’
Rain Brown and the Seven Harpies
A Slightly Feminist Fairytale by Bisha K. Ali
Illustrated by Sam Golin
nce upon a time, in the height of summer, when the Sun baked the ground into unyielding hardness and the people whispered in the dark for water, a Queen sat in her palace war rooms, poring over defence tactics with her husband, The King. Continue reading
Private Battle, Public Wars
Women of the Miners’ Strike 30 Years On
Public Battles, Private Wars came about by accident. I was researching another story idea when I came across an image of a group of women marching down a suburban street. They carried a banner: Barnsley Women Against Pit Closures. Continue reading
STH’s (Sexually Transmitted Humans)
I’m in my 30’s and I’ve been married for 4 years now, so people are totally comfortable asking ‘when will you have babies?’ which I always find a bit strange because it feels like they’re saying ‘tell me about your fanny’
Eww fanny.
Whoops, I Stole Your Boyfriend
Happy holidays, and well done for getting all the way through 2013, I think we can all agree, it was a bit of a dud. Roll on next year and all who sail in her.
Back To Life, Back To Reality
Feminist Fatigue
by Laura Thomas
As a woman in her early twenties, I have the common sense of a toddler and the get-up-and-go of a teenage boy. However, I do wish I were politically active; I dream of quoting philosophers instead of The Simpsons and I long to coherently express rage at social injustices instead of stuffing my gob with food.
Get A Grip
By Anonymous
So, you think you’re fat?
You hate your midriff right?
You think all anyone sees is those wobbly bits?
You’re depressed because you were a skinny kid and now you’re growing up and your belly’s growing too.
Yeah well. Fuck you.
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