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Why does it take someone else pointing out something I’m already very aware of, to really make it real? Is it the validation of someone else recognising something you maybe try to downplay or dismiss? Is it the fact I can’t try and rationalise someone else’s testimony? Worryingly I am very aware of being interruptedContinue reading “Girl… Interrupted…”

I was shown this painting a few weeks ago in an art class, more specifically I was shown the white table in the top right hand corner, and asked what I thought was going on. As the topic this term was food and feasting in art, I said “a feast?” One other student noticed theContinue reading “Age before Beauty”

This may not amount to anything more than a rant today, a fact I won’t apologise for. The rage and sadness I am feeling is no doubt lodged in the minds of most women waking up in the UK today, and over the last few weeks in particular. I feel like half the world isContinue reading “Femicide”

What an ambiguous title. Fair has many meanings, and so does sex. In it’s usual usage, the “fairer sex” refers to women, specifically being the more beautiful of the human species. Beautiful is a subjective term, I accept that, and I can happily confirm men are beautiful, and will tell them that frequently. From aContinue reading “The fairer sex?”

How early in your life do you think you began to be socialised? If you look up the dictionary definition of socialisation you’ll see it’s “the process of learning to behave in a way that is acceptable to society.” In some respects, this is an important lesson in survival. In its most basic form, socialisationContinue reading “Socialisation Status”

A foray into fiction, suitably gothic, suitably dark… She had fled, in those painful days, to a tiny house on the edge of a river. Small, but all she could afford, now she was alone. Hidden behind impossibly intricate tangles of bramble and drifts of purple buddleia, the paint peeling and the paths overgrown. ItContinue reading “Lost things”

I had an awful nightmare last night. I was dreaming that there was a looming disaster about to befall earth, and I had to make it to some sort of transport that would allow me to escape. There were only limited spaces onboard, I was the wrong side of a large and chaotic city, IContinue reading “Patriarchy is pre-historic”

My daydreams have always centred around heroism – I didn’t skip around the playground pretending to be a horse as a child, I tore around pretending to be Cheetara. I ignored Barbies and My Little Pony in the large plastic box of toys I shared with my sisters, rummaging around in the container until IContinue reading “(S)hero”