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Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist.
It’s hard to be cynical about US TV network PBS’s decision to lead the way in queer kids’ programmes.
People doing it are smug, irritable, boring and – unfortunately – right.
If that’s actually what’s going on, Ariana could’ve been clearer about it. Off the top of my head, she could’ve dropped a track called “bisexual”, containing the lyric, “I am bisexual”.
She didn’t know it, but when my mum was my age, she was halfway through her life. Unlike me though, she already had two kids, a career which required her to dress nicely, and a mortgage.
If Mel B and Geri had discussed fancying each other at the time, it would have done wonders for my Spice Girls-obsessed childhood.
Gay literary revisionism could be a whole new movement, just as long as its participants don’t claim to be woke.
There’s something about her that makes you want to open up about the saddest thing that’s ever happened to you, while she loads up the cafetiere. I bet she gives phenomenal hugs.
The tense moments come as a genuine surprise. Just like in real life.
It becomes a chore. Today I have to file some invoices, clean the toilet, and be Jewish online.
It bothers me that I never really thought to question the idea of messing with the genitals of someone who can’t give consent.
