Category Archives: Feminism
First World Problems
I can’t afford a cleaner or a gardener but I’m too busy to do cleaning or gardening.
My career is based on a fictional social construct and has provided me a set of non-transferable ‘skills’ which would render me completely pointless in the event of an apocalyptic return to the old days.
Glastonbaby
I went to Glastonbury this year, as a puppeteer. I’ve been before, on and off since 1997, when I was a skinny middle class white girl and didn’t notice that everyone else there was a skinny middle class white girl too.
This year I felt like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused – ‘I get older, the girls stay the same age.’
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….
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
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.
Parenting A Feminist
By CJ Malone
Raising my darling feminist is a bit of a nightmare.
I had a quiet word with her teacher to find out what she’s like at school, because at home we find her to be a bit challenging.
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