The Belting

‘AND we both like Minstrels’, I heard myself add. Immediately I knew it was the most tenuous link of them all. Springing to mind was the episode of Friends where Phoebe and her biological mother believe that both of them liking pizza is further concrete proof that they are indeed related. Bloody. Alice’s face was…

Go Home and Do Your Washing 1890

GO HOME AND DO YOUR WASHING 1890 We lay on the bed laughing, remembering how we had held our corner: warriors, our sandwich boards breastplates, the taunts mere gnats. You deepened your voice, mimicked the man who had shouted from the chemist’s door. As if he knew anything about washing and bluing. He with a…

Accountable

Over the years I have spent a good portion of my time talking and writing about feminism, specifically male feminism. It is something that I have felt passionately about since my early teens; though it wasn’t until my mid twenties that I felt I could start writing about it. And even then, it was naive…

How to be (and why to call yourself) a Feminist?

It seems that this writing malarkey has become an annual event for me, so far be it for me to deny people all over the Internet the joy of becoming so incensed by the ideas in my feminist ramblings, that they are prompted to brand us, “the rotten toe that must be severed to save…

Still Laughing

I’m Bryony Bisset, I’m a comedian. This isn’t a piece about sexual assault; it’s about the best gig I’ve done so far. The thing I’ve learnt about rape recently is that it doesn’t define you. This piece is a little bit about sexual assault. I won’t go into details because this isn’t That’s Life, you…