I am exhausted.
I am exhausted of hearing so many accusations of sexual assault.
I am exhausted of needing to relive the worst moments of my life for the #MeToo campaign just so that men believe this is an epidemic.
I am exhausted of men judging us for having kept silent about sexual harassment for so long.
I am exhausted of men questioning my experience as a woman.
I am exhausted of women questioning my experience as a woman.
I am exhausted. Aren’t you? (more…)
A while ago I was sat on the couch, reading a book, minding my own business. My 8 year old son sat next to me, poked me in the stomach and said, ‘You need to lose weight, you are fat.’
I was aghast. Aside from the fact that, while I have gained a bit more weight in the last year, I am by no means fat, it’s not his place to say I need to lose weight. And so I told him that he was being judgemental and I didn’t need to lose weight.
I love wearing high heels. Not so much when I am out and about shopping, for example, or walking home, but when I am in the office or the rare occasion I am going out, I like to put on a high, preferably strappy, heel. I love the way heels give me confidence and I love how much taller I am in them (I am a shorty without heels). My manager, who prefers practical, low heeled shoes, once commented on my choice of footwear.
‘I would never wear heels like that in the office,’ she said. ‘There is just no one at work I feel the need to impress.’ (more…)
I originally wrote this post three months (or so) ago, prompted by the furor about women-only screening of Wonder Woman. The original post got lost in the great website disaster and I hadn’t planned to rewrite it because I thought it was no longer relevant, but with the whole mess the world is in, I think my points still stand, so I will make them again. (more…)
It is a fact of life that most women menstruate at some point in their life. In general, women who are of child-bearing age experience a menstrual cycle which concludes with the flow of blood out of the body. This is sometimes accompanied with heavy cramps and other unpleasant side effects. Unpleasant for the woman experiencing them, I mean. (more…)
Shh! Don’t tell anyone, but I am not a good girl. Actually, I am not a girl at all, I am a woman. But I am also not a decent woman. If you have any familiarity with my blog (or Twitter account) you know why: I talk about sex. A lot. (more…)
My pussy is perfect just the way it is, thank you. It is (mostly) self lubricating. It cleans itself. It is capable of giving me – and my hubby – a lot of pleasure. It has helped me give birth to two children. Oh wait, no, it didn’t, they didn’t fit through my pelvis, but that was hardly my pussy’s fault. (more…)
The title of this post is a quote by Erica Jong from Fear of Flying and it is so, so true. Women feel guilt all the time. Especially women who are mothers. This post is about mom guilt. (more…)
I have started reading a book called I Call Myself A Feminist. This is not going to be a book review; I want to share some of my thoughts which were provoked by this book. (more…)