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Megan Nolan is a writer of essays, criticism and fiction born in Ireland and based in London. She writes a fortnightly column for the New Statesman.
The idea that appealing to a romantic partner was necessary in order to avoid an isolated life has haunted me since I was a teenager.
Explaining her actions on Twitter, Winterson said she “absolutely hated the cosy little domestic blurbs on my new covers... So I set them on fire.”
At a recent march in support of Palestinians, I thought about the history of Irish-Palestinian solidarity and the question of suffering.
If the Wild Woman Writing Club’s stance on transgender women in general is morally repulsive to me, their denunciation of Detransition, Baby’s content is something else.
We must not accept the mainstreaming of cosmetic intervention without querying what it will do to us.
WeWork claimed to be about bringing an increasingly alienated population together. But we don’t need to unite through our work, do we?
I fear the return will not be a simple reunion with my old joys, but a reckoning with all the joys we have missed out on over the past year.
I had visions of book burnings and scarlet letters, but then I remembered: parents are adults, too...
When men learn to separate the idea of personhood from the idea of sex, it enables the darkest of violence to occur.
We can’t change how the pandemic makes us feel – but we can be honest with ourselves about those feelings.