Maybe it will be clearer in hindsight, but this murderous defence of privilege is shocking.
Casual “let’s not pathologise sadness” musings don't contribute much to the debate about medication for depression.
With a lifetime of free drinks, doors held open and watching Loose Women, women have got it made. Oh wait, no.
It’s not true empowerment, but if this is the only imaginative space that is on offer to young girls, perhaps we should let them play. Soon enough, they'll grow up into a world where female self-realisation is still a fairy tale.
Women are not born obsessed with the size of celebrities' bottoms. When you’re under intense pressure to do something as profoundly unnatural as not eat, you become obsessed with food and weight, not just yours, but everyone else’s.
A new moral panic about the impact of alcohol on women is shot through with sexism.
Motherhood-as-kneejerk-opinion-former reduces mothers, these diverse, thinking individuals, to one indistinct mass, functioning on entirely predictable emotional responses.
Alicia Silverstone's breast milk sharing programme is intriguing, if slightly alienating for those who don't meet her "lifestyle" standards. While donating milk or being a surrogate is an incredibly kind thing to do it is too often regarded with paternali
David Cameron's proposed tax break for married couples is an expensive way of saying that some people's lives are better than others.
Rape porn is a very dangerous area - people shouldn't feel ashamed of their fantasies, but how do we tell the difference between fantasy and reality?
The great breast debate, including but not limited to Page Three, breastfeeding in public, lads' mags, contains a frustrating lack of acknowledgement of female sexual agency.
The party fundraiser menu that offered to "serve up" parts of Australian PM Julia Gillard was offensive, no doubt about it. But it's refreshing to see some honest, in-your-face sexism for a change, rather than the kind that flies under the radar.
At a time when creative thought is recast as “dumbing down”, writers like Malorie Blackman are more important than ever. In a digital age it sounds somewhat naff and misty-eyed to claim that “books give us power” but they do.
Glosswitch has always had a love for all things German, so she's happy to learn that everyone else agrees.
What is this unspoken authority and how is it exercised?
After my hospitalisation for eating disorders, my brother's schizophrenia diagnosis came as a relief, of sorts. Whether family history or chemical imbalance, we desperately seek a reason for the unreasonable.
If feminism winds up assuming “someone else” will raise the kids while “we” get on with the real work, it's just become what it was fighting.
We’re brilliant at defending the mentally ill in principle, but we can be terrible at hiding our revulsion at some of the sick people we’ve encountered in the flesh.
You don't just go about your life when you're pregnant. You "debut" your bump, and then "flaunt" it.
Tanya Gold writes that "motherhood and autonomy can never coexist" - but how does that affect the debate over abortion?
Isn’t it only a few weeks since the PM’s advisor on childhood Claire Perry was claiming that children’s lives were over-regimented and that the little blighters needed to be bored?
Teachers must wish Michael Gove worked shorter days and took longer holidays - then his department might stop coming up with so many ill-considered changes to the education system.
Who could possibly see beauty, creativity and inspiration when the human beings selling it are in such pain?
Glosswitch reads parenting manuals so you don't have to.
Anger, shame, responsibility, guilt - these are all feelings we need to have a way of expressing when a pregnancy ends in an early tragedy.
Childcare is a fact of life - making it more “affordable” for some women not to earn money is not the same as granting non-earners choice, status and respect.
In which Glosswitch reads parenting books so you don't have to.
The Conservative MP’s concerns only represent one experience of parenting – her own.
"We Saw Your Boobs" teaches us a lesson about postmodern irony and the appreciation of tits, says Glosswitch.