I don’t read a huge amount of non-fiction. I think historically this has been due to a deep-seated belief that non-fiction = educational. I want my reading to be fun, and ‘being educated’ isn’t fun, it’s something you do because a teacher/government official says you have to. Continue reading “5 Non-Fiction Books to Read in 2018”
Over the weekend, I posted something on social media that wasn’t OK.
Continue reading “Check Yourself”
The festival has finished, the nights are drawing in, and it is time to reflect upon the sensory overload that has become my go-to excuse for not writing as much as I ought to in August.
Continue reading “Stories Worth Telling? Reflections on the Edinburgh Festival 2017”
Earlier in the week, a tweet asking the above question made it into my Twitter timeline. This is not my question, hence the fact I have presented it in quotation marks. It was, based on the rules of punctuation, a question asked by BBC Radio 4’s Today Programme. Check this oot: Continue reading ““Do Women Have Too Many Rights?” – A Clickbait Conundrum”
Friends, today I made a huge mistake. I accidentally read a few comments on a piece of internet journalism, and now I feel compelled to blog about it like some sort of millennial trapped in a sustainably sourced jar of self righteousness. NB, I only learned last week that I’m technically young enough to be counted as a millennial. After some initial misgivings and five minutes of soul searching, I have fully embraced this status change and started a 12 books tumblr.
Continue reading “Not Another International Women’s Day post (lol jk – #IWD2016 for the win)”
In case you missed the simple pleasure that was the #derangedpoetess hashtag kicking about on Twitter, I shall briefly summarise. Last week, a journalist called Oliver Thring wrote what can be read as a pretty sexist piece for the Sunday Times about poet Sarah Howe, winner of the T.S.Eliot prize. Some fellow female poets then tweeted to suggest the language he used was somewhat crass (this overview by Katy Evans-Bush details that line of thinking). Thring responded by saying he was being harangued by ‘deranged poetesses’. Continue reading “How To Be A Deranged Poetess”
