Thanks to the wonders of Twitter, my team of feminists willing to answer your questions has been expanded. If you have a question, please get in touch. We only have a few more questions to answer so will be needing more by the time it gets to summer. Also, if you have an additional response... Continue Reading →
A little while ago, I was talking to Jamie from The Test Shot about whether women's clothing is made from lower quality fabrics than men's. Jamie has since pointed me towards an interesting blog post by HijabMan called why I dress my daughter in "boy" jeans. It hadn't occurred to me that some people didn't... Continue Reading →
Like the majority of the British viewing public, I've spent many of this summer's sticky evenings sweating over the BBC's latest batch of prime time horror-crime serials: Luther and The Fall. It seems that as a nation, we just can't see enough brutal murders of a warm weeknight. And yet, as a feminist, I've found... Continue Reading →
I was talking to a friend recently about a perfectly reasonable minor wedding-related annoyance, and as we spoke I felt the need to backtrack, to explain how I wasn't really that annoyed, how it wasn't a big deal. After all, what could be more humiliating than realising you've turned into a Bridezilla, right? The ultimate... Continue Reading →
I am lucky enough to have landed my dream job, currently undergoing a year long internship as a trainee Project Manager for a commercial set building company, and it's very much a male dominated environment. Last year when I was here on placement I was the only female other than the two ladies in accounts.... Continue Reading →
I was looking for something else entirely in my university's library when I stumbled across Stripping, Sex, and Popular Culture by Catherine M Roach. Not only is the author an Associate Professor in Religious Studies and Women's Studies, but the book was inspired by her friend's decision to drop out of her PhD and work... Continue Reading →
The other day, I found a piece by Belinda Parmar on the Guardian's website entitled Barclays has pinked up its new ad - how lazy and depressing. I tweeted this, wondering when this 'pink for girls, blue for boys' nonsense will end. While most people understood what I was getting at with that comment, a... Continue Reading →
Women are all over magazines. Open one up - whichever gender of adult it's aimed at - and you will most probably see far more images of women than you will of men. This means that we're analysed and judged far more often than men are in magazines, yet we still spend our money on... Continue Reading →
Following on from last Friday's post about femme as an identity, I realised I had a few unwritten thoughts on the subject of femininity. Earlier this year, Lady Cheek told me about the World Femininity Day celebrations that she had planned for London. This was during a discussion on feminism and I have to admit... Continue Reading →
Have you ever wanted to learn ballet? I have to admit that it never particularly appealed to me. A strict rules and "we're not here to have fun" approach to getting fit isn't really my thing. Even as a child, when I wasn't allowed to opt out of this whole exercise malarkey, I preferred the... Continue Reading →