Maya Forstater
Restoring sanity takes time
So many people have built their professional lives around gender insanity
Being “anti-woke” as a protected philosophical belief
How can we protect free speech in professional environments
Maya Forstater’s victory
Maya’s vindication in court is a triumph for all women
A triumph for truth and freedom
Basic liberties have been safeguarded, and gender critical feminism has won a crucial victory
Maya’s day in court
The feminist fix: If you’re bullied in the workplace gather an army and fight back
The second gender war
After a year of progress, “conversion therapy ban” law threatens to resurrect bad gender policy all over again
Better late than never
The BBC finally drop Stonewall
Who judges the judges?
Activists are secretly training the judiciary to misapply the law
Why my case is carrying on
This is just the beginning
A victory for free speech and sex-based rights
Maya Forstater’s win at the Employment Appeals Tribunal is a victory for humanity
A Chancellor should be a fine thing
The University of Oxford’s Chancellor election has descended into farce
We must resurrect the symphony
Or the orchestra will die with it
British universities should stop using foreign students as a crutch
Its short-term benefits are obvious but it is not a long-term solution
Fabian fry-up
After last night’s disco, a very hungover conference is ready for a hearty plate of social democracy
Going off script
The only thing worse than Kemi Badenoch’s scripted questions are her unscripted questions
In defence of Michael Foran
Do not confuse the intensity of trolls for righteousness
Killing with kindness
Sentimentality and euphemism cloak the cause of assisted suicide
How the right went wrong
An ill-fated leadership campaign
Why shouldn’t we discriminate against people’s beliefs?
It is not the same as discriminating on the basis of race or sex
Fiddling while Canterbury burns
The new proposals from the Archbishops’ Commission for Racial Justice are depressingly wrongheaded
Libyans, Parisians and London Irish
Dry-ish, spare, clear-eyed — rare in a world of literary bloat, sentiment and overstatement
