When the House of Lords yesterday approved a ban on upskirting – the taking of a non-consensual photo of another person's genitals – tears rolled down Gina Martin's cheeks. For the past 18 months she had fought tirelessly to make the practice illegal and give police the tools to prosecute after she herself became a victim.
A man who tracked down a woman he met on a train has been compared to an infamous stalker character in Netflix show, ‘You’. Lynda, 20, a student from Bromsgrove in Worcestershire, met the man – whose name is believed to be Josh – on a train last week. Lynda shared the pair’s text exchange on Twitter, asking the internet whether she was “overreacting by being creeped out”.
Last November, Dolly Alderton won a National Book Award for her bestselling memoir Everything I know About Love, beating off stiff competition from the likes of Benjamin Zephaniah, Sue Perkins and Lily Allen.
When Michelle Elman was 15, she decided she was ugly. At her all-girls boarding school, she stuck out like a sore thumb — she was mixed race, bigger than most of her classmates, and bore secret scars all over her body from the multiple operations she had endured in her early teens. She listened day-in, day-out to her friends agonising about their skin, their hair, the latest diet they were trying – and a wall went up in her mind. “Is this all we are?” she thought. “God this is boring. Count me out.” Unlike most teenage girls, Michelle understood that there was more to life than beauty. Having been born with a brain tumour, later suffering from a condition called Hydrocephalus (where an excess of CSF fluid is produced around the brain and spinal cord) and twice suffering from obstructed bowels, Michelle had undergone 15 surgeries by the time she was 13. “My process was to go ‘you know what, my scars aren’t going anywhere, so I just need to accept them. I’m ugly. Cool, that’s done. That’s a fact of life, now let’s try to create something with the rest of it.”
A "bookish and shy" MacKenzie Tuttle first met Jeff Bezos when she interviewed with him for a job as a research assistant at New York hedge fund D.E. Shaw in 1992.
The return last night of Channel 4’s hit sitcom Catastrophe for a fourth series felt like meeting an old friend and discovering, with delight, that nothing has changed between you. The friend still makes you laugh like a drain and you find yourself wondering why the deuce you have left it so long.
Next Tuesday is the deadline by which parents must apply for a place at a state primary school starting in September. This time last year I was one of them, sticking local school names into Google Maps to calculate their distance from our home, and thus how early I would need to raise myself in the mornings.
My family likes to sleep in. Kit might get up at 6.30am to play games, but by 7.30am, the rest of us are often still waking up.
Resolutions? They’ve only ever made us fat, drunk and sedentary. We are all carrot and no stick, you see. We need goals and praise. Besides, who doesn’t love a deadline? And so we have decided that, by the end of this year, the following things will have happened. We will have made them happen. Yes, by New Year’s Eve 2019 we will have…
Sister Wendy Beckett was the first ‘celebrity’ I knew. Throughout the 1980s, during trips to my grandparents’ gatehouse on the edge of the grounds of the Carmelite Monastery in Quidenham, Norfolk, we were often visited by Sister Wendy, a nun who lived in a caravan on the estate. In the Nineties she became an unlikely TV star, a celebrated BBC art historian who travelled the world giving her informed and passionate opinion on art history. But to my brother and sister and I, Sister Wendy, who died this week aged 88, was the magical lead character in the idyllic summer holidays of our childhood.
It was the end of the ski season, and Catrin Pugh was ready to go back to North Wales. The 19-year-old had been away for five months, working in France’s Alpe D’huez resort on her gap year, and couldn’t wait to be reunited with her parents - and her mum’s tarragon cream chicken. It was them she was thinking of as she fell asleep on the coach taking her down the winding Alps.
Imagine a world where all women were empowered to ask for more… more from men, from sex, from entertainment… from everything.
Those adept at the art of seduction will know how it works: a flick of the hair, a high-octave laugh and a gentle stroke of the arm can’t fail to get you noticed. But, this week, another bow has been added to cupid’s arsenal, with researchers finding that women, like their male counterparts, adopt a husky voice when flirting.
Sweden’s Discrimination Ombudsman ruled that describing an event as “male-free” violated anti-discrimination laws
My most memorable stressed-working-mum-at-Christmas story is about a woman who punched her sister “in her face, over Christmas dinner, with all our kids watching”. But who doesn't recognise the gnawing stress of navigating evening work ‘dos, end of year numbers and taking time off for a gazillion school events – all while micro-managing the present list, big shop and deep clean before hosting lunch for 12.
Repeatedly being told it’s the most wonderful time of the year may seem, in our politically ravaged age, somewhat counter intuitive; goading, almost, in its insistence on sheer, sherried up joy as the world appears to fall apart around us. But look a little closer - past the Brexit stalemate, of no deals and no contingency plans and cries of no hope and, you just might find, things aren’t quite as gloomy as first thought. For example:
Who was Emmeline Pankhurst and what did she help achieve for women?
How many lights is too many lights? We don’t understand the question. So we order more of the flashy ones that give everyone a headache but are so TWINKLY. How about the red ones that scream Christmas brothel? And we battle the tangle.