I think we can probably all agree that language has meaning. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" is largely accepted to be a fallacy as we have grown to understand that language and labels can hurt us incredibly deeply. It is interesting to me however that the other side of … Continue reading Do you mean what I mean? What do I even mean?
I am not a parent. I do not claim to understand the heights of beauty and joy or the depths of struggle and complexity that parenting brings. I am not writing this as a parent or indeed an expert of any kind. I am simply someone who loves children, has many great friendships with them, … Continue reading Rewriting history: On children, neoliberalism and adult fears
There is a picture of me as a child, an annual school photo in fact, that has me grinning hugely at the camera, feeling superb, with toothpaste all down my front. The other children are particularly well-groomed and I look like I chucked on anything nearby and ran all the way to school via the … Continue reading Invisible cages: Thoughts on women and body image
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