Plenty of people will have spoken very eloquently and poignantly about depression in the wake of the loss of Robin Williams. I couldn’t better them if I tried.

But any time we lose someone like this – particularly someone so vibrant – it really does just smack me round the face that there but for the grace of God go I, or any of us. Whether you believe in a deity or not… this kind of thing can happen so easily to any of us. I’ve been in that hole. And I’m not stronger or braver or smarter or any better than Robin or any other soul that’s been lost to it. Just luckier.

Rest in peace, funny man. Thank you for the laughter.


Nobody’s supposed to need feminism, huh?

Le sigh – female writer asks simple factual question and the response is a venomous onslaught. Hardly the first time it’s happened either. It gets much worse if you actually attempt to take a stance on something. Of course any writer who dares stick their head above the parapet risks the wrath of internet trolls, but women get treated to all manner of extra special threats and venom. Because the rational response to disliking somebody’s comments is of course to threaten them with sexual violence.

The depressing details here

(For the record – I’ve read a lot of Valenti’s stuff in The Guardian and disagreed with various aspects of it. Still don’t think people should be saying this shit to her because she dares express opinions).

A Response to ‘Women Against Feminism.’


Imagine this:

The year is 2014. You are a white Western woman. You wake up in the morning in a comfortably sized house or flat. You have a full or part-time job that enables you to pay your rent or mortgage. You have been to school and maybe even college or university as well. You can read and write and count. You own a car or have a driver’s licence. You have enough money in your own bank account to feed and clothe yourself. You have access to the Internet. You can vote. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend of your choosing, who you can also marry if you want to, and raise a family with. You walk down the street wearing whatever you feel like wearing. You can go to bars and clubs and sleep with whomever you want.

Your world is full of freedom and possibility.

Then you…

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In which I wonder at people

So… after the trial against her collapsed, Tulisa Contostavlos of N-Dubz and X Factor fame is finally allowed to talk about The Sun’s sting and subsequent article about her ‘drug shame.’

There are several hundred reports floating around and I’m not going to recount the entire back story when a quick Google could tell all. Still, I thought the Guardian’s interview with her (her first to a newspaper since the original article hit) was interesting for a couple of reasons.

You can read the interview here

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