2017 was the year we started taking feminism seriously again. What does that mean for our children?Read more
When I was growing up, misdemeanours were immediately rectified with a parroted “Sorrrrrrry”, while we glared at each other. More serious misdemeanours involved a trip to the naughty corner, whereafter we’d meet, hands out, and recite “Make friends, make friends, never never break friends, if you do you’ll catch the flu and that will be the end of you”.
It worked. My sister is still my best friend (and I’m terrified to break that in case I actually die.)Read more