I’m kind of curious for you to tell me what she’d have to do to qualify as a “*real* feminist”, but actually what I do know, deep down, is that it doesn’t matter what she does, because you’re not really paying attention.

These fake feminists, with their underwires and their rouge.

Beyonce retired “Sasha Fierce" years ago.

I heard that she doesn’t even fashion her own sanitary products from crocheted cat hair.

“I know we all have to pretend we liked it”

“.... look at the social chaos in Europe caused by letting in people with vastly different values. Perhaps white trash America doesnt want to become a war zone...but how dare they. Don’t they know that it’s Merkel and Hillary that decide the future composition of their nation, not the stupid racist common voters in a…

I tear up just thinking about that moment. Like, I am here in tears because of one moment on TV last year.

The BBC is currently blessing us with a documentary series called The Chronicles of Nadiya.

Quite. Of course I refused, which was me making it ‘impossible’ for him to see his kids (he was only interested I one), which apparently justifies his total and utter lack of interest/child support/birthday cards. I wish I was making this up. Last time we had any contact of any kind was when he signed papers agreeing…

Yes, sort of. It has been great from time to time. He has very much been there for me when I’ve really needed him to be, and I him (I hope). Right now we’re at a place where we exchange birthday and Christmas cards. I don’t want to go into it too much, and it does hurt, but it certainly isn’t because I didn’t see him…

My kids have no relationship with their father, and that’s on him. He can blame me if he wants, but last time he wanted to see either of them his preferred terms involved me putting a 2 year old on a train to London by herself. Yeah. No.

My mother really encouraged me to see my father, and I still didn’t. He wasn’t abusing me, he just had stuff going on in his life that was hard for me to deal with and I wanted to hang out with my friends.

Which I’m fairly sure she does.

YEAH BECAUSE THAT’S BASICALLY THE SAME DECISION, ISN’T IT STEVE.

My younger brother called strawberries “streebles” when he was very little.

Wot.

“Dan-He-Fracking-Doi-Ahhh!”

I can’t stop watching. It just keeps on giving.

And the “shorter people.”