Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your trousers are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your[…]

I am a Mum of three young children. I am British. I am scared by the rhetoric of the Leave campaign.  Let me tell you why. I have always been British but I have not always lived in Britain. I was almost three years old when I moved[…]

Stonelaughter and I popped along to the local pub when he had finished work, taking the children with us, the local pub being where our polling station is situated. Bean is always interested in going along with us to vote – he finds the whole thing incredibly interesting[…]

A little while ago, I read a couple of articles (here and here) which echoed the thoughts I had been having myself on the same topic. Consent. Particularly, the consent of children. How do we teach children about consent, that consent (theirs or someone else’s) is important? Think about[…]