The VOICE JOURNAL

Rants. Plus poems about rage, motherhood, politics, grief, awakening and the refusal to be quiet. New work posted as it happens. Read, share, feel something.

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The Scoreboard Lied

Denmark tops the equality rankings AND Europe’s partner violence table at the same time. It’s called the Nordic Paradox, and it exposes the lie we were sold: that closing the pay gap would stop him hitting her.

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You Can Have It All

They told us we could have it all. The career, the kids, the spotless house, the lot. It was never an offer. It was a workload dressed up as freedom. Here's the con, and what I'm doing about it.

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The Monster Has A Lanyard

We hand girls a faceless monster and point them at the shadows. We never tell them to look at the lanyard. On the myth that protects the trusted man, and the case that proves it.

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How To Be The Best At Everything

 I found two books in a charity shop. One teaches boys how to fight a bull. One teaches girls how to look beautiful tomorrow. Both published well within my lifetime. This is the painting that arrived in one second, and the lifetime of sorting that made it inevitable.

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Every Reason Not To Ban It

The ban's real. So is every argument against it. Here's what I think of each one, where I'm on shakier ground than I'd like, and why none of it changes my mind.

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Eight Minutes

He gets 23 minutes before the algorithm radicalises him. She gets 8 before it tells her she’s not enough. Same machine. Different position.

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They Did Everything Right

They reported it. They were believed. A jury convicted the boys who raped them ten times over. And a judge sent all three home, without a single night in prison. This was never just a verdict for two girls in Hampshire. Every woman in the country read it.

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