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Suzanne Moore is a writer for the Guardian and the New Statesman.
This level of stress is a full-time job, and all I know is that Thursdays are terrible.
If I hadn’t become a mother I could have done everything, or nothing.
The Blondie singer is a reluctant memoirist and what drove her to write this is unclear – but thank God she did.
Eurovision crystallised the peculiarly toxic mix of misogyny and anti-Semitism that lurks in radical politics.
An incredible intelligence, an understanding of systems, a denial of individual feeling – and a messiah complex. It’s all a bit pre-Incel.
For the Good Times is a book that blasts into consciousness in Belfast in the 1970s, the era of the Troubles, of relentless sectarian violence and military occupation.
Our culture of permanent activity is making us ill. Can slobs and slackers teach us a different way to live?
People think they know about comas but they don’t. It’s not like the films.
One may conclude Raoul Peck’s biopic is so absorbing because Marx’s ideas remain so full of fire and so alive.
The womb is a battlefield. Never underestimate the amount of sadism pregnant women can evoke, warns Rose.
