Self-harm in sheep’s clothing
The feminist fix: At least Schlafly did not pretend to be one of us
Misogynists and their handmaidens
The feminist fix: Silence will not protect you from bullies
Call a child rapist a “child rapist”
The feminist fix: No one is pre-programmed to “desire” sex with children
All’s foul in fetishised violence
The feminist fix: Legislators must close the loophole that allows men to claim “rough sex” as an excuse for rape and murder
No friend indeed
The feminist fix: how to expose mansplainers like Billy Bragg who only pretend to be feminist allies
Protect the female estate
The feminist fix: separate facilities for transgender individuals is the fairest way forward
Better men in prison than women in morgues
The feminist fix: Violent men — not alcohol, unemployment, COVID or stress — kill women
Imagine a world without prostitution
The feminist fix: seeing an end to the sex trade
The quiet cancellations
In the fearful climate of cancel culture, women and girls lose out — again
Feminist fallacies: Feminism is for everyone
If the feminism you practice appeals to men, ask yourself what you are doing wrong
Ireland’s forgotten wine history
Put down that pint glass and reach for a bottle
The British state is failing to protect women
Misogyny, rape and sectarian violence go increasingly unchallenged in the UK
War returns to Kursk
Could the famous WW2 era battlefield be yet another military turning point?
The case for duelling
A Modest Proposal: If yes to assisted suicide, then why not duelling?
Don’t bet on green energy
Groupthink has blinded us into backing solar and wind. Will a big short make us see sense?
The effects of Brexit are still being misreported
A new paper has received a lot of attention — all of it undeserved
The downfall of the podcast-industrial complex
How did some of our finest podcasters get the election so wrong?
Revising Roman rottenness
The monsters of old can teach us about the monsters of today
The Old Vic under siege
The King’s favourite Shakespearean need hardly trouble himself with such dreary details
Francis Bacon’s visceral language
Pain and pleasure are never far away in these portraits
Twitter has always been toxic
Bluesky is a reminder of an earlier form of smug spitefulness
