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 Party Your Son’s Feed Built

Joe Rogan hosts the most listened-to podcast in Britain. In July a relatively unknown British MP got two hours on it. What he was recruiting for should worry every parent, and every woman.

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A Day’s Income

$567 million sounds like a punishment. So I did the maths. It's one day of Meta's revenue, 0.9% of a year's profit, and on the median UK salary it works out at £366. A boiler repair, for being legally ruled a public nuisance to children.

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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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BROKEN

I’ve been working on this for weeks. I finished it on Monday 15th June 2026. The same day the government finally did something. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.

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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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Let’s Just Blame The Parents

Every time I write about what the internet is doing to kids, someone says it's just bad parenting. It’s not. We age-gate everything else that harms children and back parents with the law. Social media is the one shop with no line, and we're blaming the parents instead of the dealer.

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23 Minutes

Twenty three minutes. That is how long it takes the internet to start teaching a thirteen year old boy that women are beneath him. He never went looking. It found him, in his pocket, while no one was watching.

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