Laurie Penny is a contributing editor to the New Statesman. She is the author of five books, most recently Unspeakable Things.
We owe it to Jo Cox not to write off her death as an act of affectless terrorism or meaningless madness.
At the Soho vigil for the Orlando shooting victims, I watched the balloons rise, and I felt it go: the razor-edge of my rage I’d been slicing myself against all day.
The reason why nobody in either the Leave or the Remain camp can come up with a strong and positive story is that right now there is no strong, positive story to tell.
Love needs to be freed from the confines of the traditional, monogamous, nuclear family – and so do women.
The author of radical Marxist feminist text Labor of Love on emotional labour, finding freedom in relationships, and love's connection to work.
To describe sex work as “a job like any other job” is only a positive reframing if you consider a “job” to be a good thing by definition.
A record-breaking heat wave in Rajasthan reveals how badly we lack the necessary infrastructure to cope with the human suffering climate change is already causing.
There is no such thing as objective journalism, and in the case of Facebook, no requirement to be objective.
Groups such as the Alternative für Deutschland (AfD) have taken up the old banner of chaperoning white womanhood. But nothing about them makes me feel safe.
There is something horribly relatable about George R R Martin’s world of Westeros, whose characters have now become part of public myth.
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