Laurie Penny is a contributing editor to the New Statesman. She is the author of five books, most recently Unspeakable Things.
For all those knuckle-clutching articles about how girls everywhere are about to pirouette into twerking, puking, self-hating whorishness, we do not actually care about young women.
Half a century after the end of the Chatterley ban, high culture still recoils at the least whiff of smut.
Power is about who gets to do the watching and who has to put up with being watched.
On Brand, iconoclasm, and a woman's place in the revolution: a dialogue with Richard Seymour on the question of how to reconcile the fact that people need stirring up with the fact that the people doing the stirring so often fall down when it comes to tre
To be a white, middle-class male in this society is to live without a certain sort of scrutiny that people from other demographics grow up expecting. Meanwhile, intimate surveillance creeps into every aspect of young women's lives.
Sexual performance is still the only power this society grants to young women, and it grants it grudgingly, rushing to judge and humiliate them whenever they claim it.
Twenty years ago, Labour won a landslide on a tide of optimism. Where did it all go wrong?
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