Women with mesh implants have been suffering for years. And it's not the only time they have been ignored.
Once a fearless pensions campaigner, the Minister has failed to clear up the government's mess over state pensions for an entire generation of women.
Bodies matter. Bodies that eat, sleep, care, nurse, love and, yes, gestate. The world, and the sexism that pervades it, doesn’t make sense without them.
When I was a girl, my mother referred to a spinster who lived nearby as The Awful Warning – a kind of non-human. When I grew up, I got to see for myself what that life was like.
Presenting the child for vaccination, the nurse invariably says, with puzzled face: “Where’s Mummy?” “Oh, that’s easy,” my husband wants to say. “It’s 2016."
The “managed prostitution area” in Leeds has now been made permanent. And yet analysis of it fails to take into account the ever-present danger of male violence.
Tulip Siddiq, a heavily pregnant Labour MP, was reportedly told by the Deputy Speaker that she had brought “down the whole of womankind” by leaving a debate for a snack.
Why can't we always take sexual assault as seriously as we do when migrants and Muslims are involved as perpetrators?
For 1950s women, retirement has become a little like chasing a mirage – you can see but you can’t touch.
Shevinsky hopes to give recruitment a rehaul with her new project, “Hiring Goggles”.
The trouble is, bodily mess hasn’t stopped and won’t ever stop coming.
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