Glosswitch is a feminist mother of three who works in publishing.
If we really want to “even the score”, as pro-flibanserin campaigners describe, we should respect each woman’s true desires instead of handing over their “dysfunction” to the forces of a market defined by male expectations.
At 37 weeks, I do not look like Kim Kardashian, nor Myleene Klass, nor Demi Moore. Nonetheless, I am proud of my pregnant body, what it stands for and what it does.
As Toni Morrison's Beloved illustrates, maternal love defies restrictions based on the intersection of race and gender, and exists beyond patriarchal rules of ownership.
Jack the Ripper was not the only man to see women as meat; he merely took this to its logical conclusion.
How George Osborne's two-child benefit limit is making building a family into a class issue.
The problem with ordinary PSHE lessons is that boys are still given a free ride in terms of consent.
There is a pervasive sense that women politicians are more “real” and “normal” if they have children – a standard that is never applied to men.
Dress your baby in pink and people will see a temperamental prima donna. Dress him or her in blue and they will see a boisterous little chap with a fine set of lungs.
Andy Puddicombe’s book is just one of several that aim to teach the art of calmness and acceptance to the pregnant, in case women need any more unashamedly brain-numbing guidance.
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