Sarah Ditum is a journalist who writes regularly for the Guardian, New Statesman and others. Her website is here.
The women’s website Bustle asks its writers to fill out a checklist covering every possible personal angle; it puts a low-market value on their most intimate truths.
From Margaret Thatcher to Hillary Clinton, we forget that women do not deserve to exercise power only on the condition that we would do it “better” than men and promote the feminist cause.
The “managed prostitution area” in Leeds has now been made permanent. And yet analysis of it fails to take into account the ever-present danger of male violence.
Carrie Brownstein of the riot grrrl pioneers Sleater-Kinney has written an artful and compelling memoir.
It is not a question of whether pornography “caused” this crime, but of the culture we have created around gender, sex and power.
The V&A is wrong to turn down Margaret Thatcher’s wardrobe; we can’t deny the importance of her sex appeal, used to disarm male colleagues in a hostile environment.
From Reclaim the Night to abortion politics, men's participation in feminist spaces too frequently comes with no real cost.
The only girl in England playing football in the boys’ leagues tells the story behind her unique sporting journey.
Anyway, Ian Fleming’s Bond was grotesquely, unstintingly racist. As a character, it’s hardly the highest role available in UK film.
Iraq gave a whole section of the British left a sense of burning, brilliant superiority. But that isn’t a good enough foundation for political life.
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