Recently I was on a night out with some of my favourite ladies when they started talking about their bodies. After one of our group listed the things she hated about herself the others joined in the conversation, until one commented: “But that’s normal. None of us like what we see when we look in the mirror.” It totally wowed me. Here I was with a group of beautiful, successful, intelligent and all round wonderful women, and every one of them nodded their heads in agreement.
I think it was Albus Dumbledore who said that words are our most inexhaustible source of magic. And as a writer, there are few things I love more than beautiful words. But this post is about one word in particular; my favourite word of all. And although it comes with a warning that some people may be offended by this, I certainly don’t apologise for that… and you’ll see why in a moment. So here it is, my favourite word of all: Cunctipotent. Yup. Cuntipotent. Go on, roll that
Last week I went to see Wonder Woman at the cinema. I came out wanting to dress like Diana, visit Themyscira, cane a monster session in the gym and take on the world. Oh, and I set the theme tune as my text tone. Obviously. To say I enjoyed it would be an understatement, but as both a geek and a feminist it was the first time since I was little that I remembered seeing a real big budget comic book movie which focused on a female lead and was also a damned good film! Don’t get
A few days ago I received a message that really pissed me off. It came from a friend of a friend who I’ve met maybe three times, and who has asked me out twice in the time since we last met. This latest message followed my changing my profile picture on facebook and said, very simply “Looking gorgeous I see ;-) xx”. Why did it piss me off? To be honest I could probably write at least two blog posts on that subject alone, but the basic gist was it felt a little like being catc
Earlier this week a friend of mine posted on Facebook that it “may be oversharing but I hate periods!” I loved the status and I love her but a (jokey and well meaning) reply that yes it was oversharing sort of boiled my blood, if you'll pardon the pun. Around half of the world’s human population will bleed at some point in their lives, yet we still talk about periods in hushed tones as though they’re something to be ashamed of. I’ll hold my hands up and say that not long ago