Glosswitch is a feminist mother of three who works in publishing.
There must be a middle ground between finding menstruation disgusting and finding it self-defining, politically impressive or worth spending half your salary on. It’s just a period. It’s normal.
The far more revolutionary campaign, of course, would be one that wanted boys to be allowed to wear skirts, too.
But why on earth would they want to?
Liberal feminism has painted itself into a corner from which it is very hard to launch a coherent critique of surrogacy.
Birth is painful, frightening and unpredictable, and it is also highly politicised.
It’s not just a case of goodies and baddies, those who get it and those who don’t.
The more men changing nappies, the better, but let’s not kid ourselves that it will liberate women from caring responsibilities.
We live in an age when sincerity is taken for stupidity and cleverness is making sure that no one can ever pin you down.
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.
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.
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