Why can’t we just loosen our belts, take off our heels, and cheerfully rot, like the boys?
When the subject turns to abortion, cosmetic intervention, birth, motherhood, sex, love, work, misogyny, fear, or just how you feel in your own skin, women still won’t often tell the truth to each oth...
When did feminism become confused with Buddhism?
When did feminism become confused with Buddhism? Why on earth have I, because I’m a woman, got to be nice to everyone? And why have women—on top of everything else—got to be particularly careful to be...
When cynicism becomes the default language, playfulness and invention become impossible. Cynicism scours through a culture like bleach, wiping out millions of small, seedling ideas. Cynicism means you...
When a woman walks into a room, her outfit is the first thing she says, before she even opens her mouth. Women are judged on what they wear in a way men would find incomprehensible.
This is why museums are so wonderful: walking around, observing mankind's joyride from slime to WiFi, you see incredible ironwork, inspirational pottery, fabulous vellums, and exquisite paintings, and...
There's no self-expression or joy in these joints-- no springboard to self-discovery, or adventure, like any decent night out involving men, women, alcohol, and taking your clothes off. Why do many pe...
The truth is, when you are very poor, that 11 percent bites into the very bones of your existence. Eleven percent less means choosing between electricity, or food—electricity and food that is already...
I don’t want children anyway, Caz says. So I am getting nothing out of this whatsoever. I want my entire reproductive system taken out and replaced with spare lungs, for when I start smoking. I want t...
I can’t help but notice that in a society obsessed with fat—so eager in the appellation, so vocal in its disapproval—the only people who aren’t talking about it are the only people whose business it r...
For as I sit there, in pain, I suddenly notice I have changed. I am not self-loathing anymore. These billion cheap blackbirds inside me - beaking the wires of the cage, frantic - are now on the ground...
Even with my freewheeling open-mindedness, I couldn't fancy Dennis - a man whose ears looked like two long pieces of bacon.
En el mundo actual, esta idea trasnochada de qué hace a los hombres deseables para las mujeres es absurda y obsoleta: como demuestra el hecho de que normalmente sea gente de más de cuarenta años la qu...
Eles nunca sentiram aquele momento desconfortável quando alguém avalia o que você está vestindo e então começa a dar uma de superior para cima de você, começa a olhar feito um tarado, ou presume que v...
Caz doesn’t like ‘nearness’. It makes her extremely irascible. In a three-bedroom council house with seven people in it, she is almost perpetually furious.
But when women are asked when they're going to have children, there is, in actually, another darker, more pertinent question lying underneath it.
But surely they will know underneath it all I’m a good and noble person, in love with the world? Surely you get a sense of that, underneath what I’m actually saying? People must be able to smell that,...
As Germaine Greer puts it in The Whole Woman, to become a mother without wanting it is to live like a slave, or domestic animal.
Anyone who has a sibling will know what that is—a punch that really hurts quite a lot, and that is meant to, but that you cannot take offense at, or retaliate against, because you went out of your way...