I'll Declare My Own Interest Right Here

As A Precocious Teen I Dreamed Of Being Graham Greene. Well, As It Turned Out, I Never Wrote A Great Novel, Sadly, And I Never Converted To Catholicism, Happily, But I Did Do One Thing He Did. That Is, In Middle Age I Moved To A Seaside Town And Got Into A Right Barney With The Local Powers-that-be.

The Feminist Me Says That A Woman's Right To Her Own Body Should Be Inviolate At All Times, Free From Fear Of Peeping Paps.

I've Never Been Nostalgic, Personally Or Politically - If The Past Was So Great, How Come It's History?

Big Women Do Themselves A Disservice When They Attempt To Become The Righteous Fat (the Righteous Thin Are Bad Enough, All That Running Around And Sweating, Somehow Believing It Means Anything).

Sadly, A Lot Of What Passes For Feminism These Days Is Just Moaning About Men, Congratulating Ourselves On Nothing In Particular, And Mocking Them For Being Big Kids While Doing Everything We Can To Keep Them That Way.