Everyone should read 'The War on Women' because such accounts of real, everyday suffering, abuse and oppression teach us just how real and how systemic this war is.
I have the kind of flu that makes your head feel like it's going to fall off: must be Christmas!
Little illuminations on the culture of female sexuality really do pop up in the most unexpected of places.
It's all a question of normalising what it is to be on a spectrum.
In case you didn't catch the hint - I went to a carnival today, and I went alone. It was sunny, loud, fantastic and, inevitably, thought-provoking.
The fear of using the word feminist in the excerpt because people will not want to read it. That is why I am a feminist.
Just as feminism is coming to the public fore, I suddenly find myself unfamiliar with some of the discourse of the cause.
This weekend I attended the terribly hip and oh-so trendy London Coffee Festival. And it was absolutely bloody brilliant.
I had a little inner flutter of joy at the new Diet Coke advert, then I felt bad and now I'm confused.
If something is fascinating, exciting or spark-inducing then it should be shared so that others may experience that same feeling.
Baffled, but not lost for words.