It was a typical pre-Christmas afternoon. I was on my way to see a friend of mine, I had made a reasonable effort, eyeliner was relatively even and I had brushed my hair into a state of rare submission. I certainly was not expecting any male attention, yet that is exactly what I experienced… in very strikingly different ways.
Monday, 30 December 2013
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
My nan was always a bit of a DIY-er when it came to beauty regimes and healthcare. Maybe I get it from her. Like the time she put dabs of lipstick on her earlobes because she thought it made her look "healthy". Or the time she filed the bridge of her nose with sandpaper because she thought it was too bumpy. Or the time that she couldn't hear properly on account of all the wax in her ear, and after stubbornly refusing to go to the doctor, phoned triumphantly to inform us that "I stuck a pair of nail scissors in there, so now I can hear perfectly fine!". No, I am not joking.
Thursday, 5 December 2013
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
A long time ago women had loads and loads of kids. Having loads of kids made sense - back in the day when smallpox and polio used to snatch young 'uns away to an early grave and the life expectancy at birth was only 18 in London, the grim fact is you had to have seven kids if you wanted two to survive into adulthood. And obviously, without the cushy welfare state to sit you in a care home and feed you boiled cabbage in your old age, having kids was a necessary financial investment.
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
As an avid fan of ‘new Who’, the revival of Dr Who which kicked off with Christopher Eccleston’s cantankerous portrayal of the infamous Time Lord in 2005, I was glued to BBC One on Saturday night for the 50th anniversary special. With three doctors on screen - personal favourites David Tennant and Matt Smith and the forgotten ‘War Doctor’ John Hurt - and a storyline that turned the show’s history on its head, it really was the spectacle fans had been waiting for.
Friday, 22 November 2013
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
So to be straight with you dear reader, right off the bat, mine is no challenging yet ultimately life-affirming story of a young girl finding her path in the world, helped along by the responsibility of caring for a gaggle of motherless geese. Wait, no, that’s Fly Away Home.
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Monday, 18 November 2013
Friday, 15 November 2013
When I was little, my parents taught me that I could be anything that I wanted to be. One day I wanted to be an engineer, or a doctor, or one of those women who wore suits and seemed so busy. The next day the dream was teaching, or maybe training to be an airline pilot.
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
I initially questioned my nomination of Madame Wollstonecraft for the lofty honours of Hussy’s Page 3. The ex-History student in me wanted to acknowledge the work of our feminist forebears from times gone by, those who toiled away at the coalface of equal rights so that the rest of us had a little more breathing space in our trudging march towards equality.
Friday, 8 November 2013
I don't know if you've noticed, but the good old chastity belt is enjoying something of a renaissance at the moment in the form of some weird 'webbed' pants. One pair of these thrush-inducing beauties will have you skipping off to a blind date safe in the knowledge that if a man does drug you and attempt to have his way, he'll be so infuriated by your crotch contraption thwarting his dastardly plan that he'll probably only give you a sound beating instead. So good news all round.
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Monday, 4 November 2013
Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Julia. Now, Julia was an extremely fortunate little girl, and not only for the fact that, as she grew up, she displayed a reasonable degree of intelligence and charm and seemed to be attractive enough not to send Prince Charming running, screaming, in the opposite direction.
Monday, 28 October 2013
Huss Post are delighted to announce our very own Page 3, your fortnightly one-stop-shop for awesome and inspiring women!
We kick off this week with artist Louise Bourgeois.
I first came across Louise Bourgeois when I was writing a school project in the noughties. Now, I have to confess that my sole reason for choosing her as the subject of an art essay was one of pure convenience - the Tate was running a retrospective of her work and my teenage logic said that dictating the audio guide couldn't possibly count as plagiarising, natch.
Sunday, 27 October 2013
The simple response to such a question is why on earth wouldn’t I be? Anyone who thinks the fight for equal opportunities and treatment ended when parliament decreed that women were capable of participating in the democratic process, is either wilfully ignorant or dangerously naïve.
Friday, 25 October 2013
Sunday, 20 October 2013
To explain why I became a Feminist I really have to tell you how I became a Feminist. I don’t mind admitting that for much of my adolescence I thought that to identify as a Feminist was to identify as a man-hating female Supremacist…though perhaps not in so many words. I wasn’t really exposed to feminist thought until I went to University, despite having studied Philosophy at A Level and having made a habit of asking the awkward questions in life for as long as I can remember. However, I had always believed in equality of the sexes, despite the fact that I grew up in a very traditional ‘man works and woman does everything else’ set up. In a lot of senses I ‘was’ a Feminist a long time before I was comfortable identifying myself as one.
Sunday, 6 October 2013
Shopping or mopping, ladies? With these two powerful options open to you, the world is your oyster! A quick browse in my local Cards Galore turned up this lyrical masterpiece. I don't know if you've noticed, but they've actually rhymed the words "mop" and "shop". Genius.
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
It’s strange to think that two years ago I’d have happily uttered the phrase “ugh, she’s such a feminist” in a tone of scorn now reserved for Daily Mail readers and sickly tampon adverts. Now I’ll happy apply the term to myself. I won’t lie: I’m still afraid to say it in some circles for fear of people treating me like a pube-plagued leper. Nevertheless, it’s been a while now since I’ve considered myself a bona fide fully fledged feminist.
Sunday, 29 September 2013
Women-only spaces are certainly a bone of contention and plenty of men and women are opposed to their presence in feminism. After all, if feminism is pro-equality and anti-gender stereotyping, surely it's a little hypocritical to introduce gender segregation? Female-only spaces can be alienating to men and women alike who consequently shy away from a feminism that seems unwelcoming and uncompromising. In making use of women-only spaces is feminism shooting itself in the foot by falling into all the negative stereotypes surrounding it? Perhaps. Women-only spaces are pretty much catnip to those who want to paint feminism as a selfish, obstinate dogma. So, when it comes to women-only spaces, does feminism finally reveal its true nature as an insidious plot to establish a global gynocratic supremacy? Or are there legitimate reasons which might necessitate their use?
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