A story in the New Yorker offers an unforgiving look at the ways gender makes victims of us all.
The scapegoating of the anti-porn movement, Offred’s longing for hand cream - these feel like digs at second-wave feminists.
This post sounds like a metaphor for something. It's not. It's literally on how to make a Dumbledore hat.
Whether it's Simon Baron-Cohen on female brains to Richard Dawkins patronising feminists, I'm glad I read (and hated) these books.
Emma Donoghue’s The Wonder is a rich and generous exploration of the relationship between bodies, faith and love.