Once upon a time I went to see a homeopath. I was having stomach pains and she diagnosed an intolerance to chickpeas, lentils and gluten. She was right about the first two so I began to believe in homeopathy. I continued to see her weekly, discussing various anxieties as if she were a counsellor. Only,
I was recently reminded of a conversation I had with a guy in Barcelona when I was about 22. We were stood on the tenth floor balcony of some breeze-block dormitories looking at women on the street below in stilettos and mini skirts, selling their bodies. As these women called out for punters, we had
After hearing that running while pregnant can result in your vagina falling out, I decided to opt for a less permanently damaging (physically and mentally) exercise routine. So this morning I rose at 7am and walked through the dark streets of Walthamstow to Leyton Lesiure Lagoon. (It’s had a makeover and is now actually called
I was sat in a ‘Women in Literature’ seminar during my third year at Sussex University when I first considered the term ‘feminism’. Amber Jacobs, my wonderful tutor, explained it like this: “Feminism,” she said, “is believing that women should be equal to men.” Hmmm, I thought. I suppose I must be a feminist then.
To end 2013, Joanna Biggs decided to dismiss the year’s new wave of feminists – and their achievements – by proclaiming that the so-called fourth wave lacks an intellectual voice (read the article here). Here are what I consider to be the best-documented campaigns, projects and voices of the past year: – Lucy-Anne Holmes tirelessly