As a teenager I was so absorbed in the chemical make-up of Jane Eyre, I didn’t have much time for another Brontë. Nevermind a story of obsession on the moors, which at that time sounded to me like the script of a bad soap opera. Certainly not a thing which would ever afflict me. It ...
It hasn’t even happened and it’s too much for you to bear. And it’s WAY worse than those Valentine’s Day blues that make you want to stay in bed all day eating junk food and spiking your coffee with Baileys to turn your blues into delirium. I’ll say it just this once…it’s the royal wedding. ...
So, we’re having this baby. It’s due in a few weeks and we’re trying to get organized with all...
I recently heard about what is claimed to be the rising phenomenon of Japanese men remaining virgins for longer...
Ladders. Patriarchal conspiracy. I’ll explain… This week I climbed a ladder. I was trying to reach a loft space,...
Dear Madame X, My boyfriend needs to look at porn while we have sex. It bothers me because I...
Mrs. Dalloway is yet another feminist classic that I had to grow into. Wrapped up in Woolf’s instantly recognizable...
Last week saw a Big Thing come to our soggy little island. Well, it was a Big Thing for...
Last weekend I was entertaining a guest, you know, the sort I was planning to have lots and lots...
All little girls want to be princesses… right?! It’s bad enough that toy aisles are separated out by what...
