Laurie Penny is a contributing editor to the New Statesman. She is the author of five books, most recently Unspeakable Things.
I've been watching so closely, I am now able to tell Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio apart almost 50 per cent of the time, though it’s still like watching the Chuckle Brothers trying to lead a fascist rally.
This isn’t your standard anti-Valentine’s day rant.
By defining all of us as “pre-pregnant”, women are afforded all the blame – but none of the control.
When officers lie to women to infiltrate peaceful protest groups, it shows the abusive relationship between citizen and state.
Hillary is a caricature of the compromises ambitious women have to make to attain any sort of standing - but she'll destroy Trump in the first debate.
Barbie's rebrand is about capitalism far more than feminism.
Any of us might need a lawyer one day – so ignore the silly wigs and defend them.
How do you mourn a legend? You don’t. Not really. The legend continues, a little chip of it in all of us.
Why can't we always take sexual assault as seriously as we do when migrants and Muslims are involved as perpetrators?
From Star Wars to Mad Max, a new, more diverse kind of storytelling went mainstream this year - and the backlash shows how much it matters.
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