There’s nothing emotional or touching about sitting in an office sick room, desperately trying to drain your boobs before the next meeting starts.
The everyday misery of care work is hidden behind abstract arguments over life and death.
The aisles are filled with items to “fix” women's bodies, but somehow preventing pregnancy is irresponsible.
A new book charts the many subtle ways boys and girls are treated differently.
It’s a perfectly logical response to the onslaught of negative messages women and girls receive about their bodies.
You have nothing to lose but your pockets!
Even setting aside questions about abortion, modern Conservatism remains firmly in favour of the exploitation of female bodies.
No politician is demanding an inquiry into how British men have become so radicalised that they are slaughtering their female partners at a rate of two per week.
Like me, the DUP’s Arlene Foster is a mother of three. I don’t believe she doesn’t know what she is demanding of other women when she seeks to deny them reproductive autonomy. She chooses not to think about it.