As a child, were you shamed for crying?
Warning; this is a grim read. But possibly worth stomaching if you were ever shamed for crying – as so many people have been. I rarely cried as a child. This partly due – I think – to being a … Continued
My HuffPost article: NZ’s dirty secret (aka why I’m a raging meninist as well as a feminist)
This is the article that got me a spot as a Huffington Post contributor. It’s dedicated to two heroes: the courageous young woman in the Stanford sexual assault case and rugby hero and courageous anti-depression campaigner, Sir John Kirwan. The precursor to getting … Continued
I wanted a trophy boyfriend
I wanted a trophy boyfriend. It’s true. It’s also extremely embarrassing. Before you judge me, please know that it took me four decades to become consciously aware of this embarrassing desire. It also took me four decades to realize that, … Continued
I wanted to assault someone – preferably a criminal
I couldn’t believe my luck. My good luck that is. The Indian train conductor had just sprinted though my carriage and locked himself in the train engine in front. I guessed there was a racial problem, as; hot on his heels, two … Continued