As you may have already noticed, I like to big up women who play sport. Not only for potential spectators of all genders, but more specifically in the hope that it will encourage other women and girls to have a bash. After all,...
Read MoreWhen I was a 20-something cub reporter in the late 90s and early noughties, sexism was rife. And I don’t just mean in journalism, although there was plenty to speak of. I was a financial hack, first at a trade paper...
Read MoreI used to work as a receptionist in the City. It was a tedious job which saw me required to wear a tight, impractical uniform and a mandatory pair of heels. My male colleagues, naturally, were allowed to wear flats. For those...
Read MoreWe have an opportunity to build something new in the North, so can we not rely on a pale, male and stale stereotype? This is not anti-man. This is not anti-white-man. Hell reader, I married one. This is a wish, an ambition, a...
Read MoreWe’ve all got our own procedure. I do mine in front of Netflix. Housemate lays out her tools in the bathroom sink like she’s preparing for an operation. Some people wait until they’re on the train to work before turning their...
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