We will never be enough, being a woman will never be enough. Creator, life giver, carrier, and still, we will never be enough. Alabama, you’re so wrapped up in your pro-life sentiments, Northern Ireland is cheering you on at the sidelines, with Trump and your other right wing, right hand allies. Pro-life but who’s life? ... Continue Reading →
Imprints on our skin, fresh in our blood: Straighten your hair, they slurred, as they staggered past. Straighten for you means whiten, Europeanise. Force my tight, nappy curls between the hot iron clasps of your European beauty standards; making myself acceptable for your viewing. Her hair’s grey but she’s black, they laughed. Your white privilege reaches beyond the scope of... Continue Reading →
Girl, 20, raped in the early hours of Sunday morning. ‘What was she wearing? Was she showing too much skin. Why was she walking alone at that time? She was probably drunk. She should have got a taxi home.’ Victim blaming. I frequently hear saddening reactions like the above in response to accounts of sexual... Continue Reading →
He’s only picking on you because he likes you. Only calling you names, making fun of you and pushing you around, because he likes you. He’s only making you feel inferior because he likes you, as of course, the myth says, ‘boys are only mean to the girls they like’. I’m sure lot of young... Continue Reading →
The margins between being a ‘man’ and being a ‘woman’ are blurred. Culturally, we’ve been force-fed the idea that women are supposed to be sensitive. We’re meant to show our pain, show our feelings, we’re meant to cry. Men are not. They’re supposed to be strong which is why phrases like ‘be a man’ and... Continue Reading →
