After a truly terrible week for women’s safety, Katherine Grayson takes a look at the deeply unsettling repercussions of the language we use every day.
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After a truly terrible week for women’s safety, Katherine Grayson takes a look at the deeply unsettling repercussions of the language we use every day.
This Women’s History Month, guest writer Katherine Grayson spoke to the Mary Anning Rocks campaign about the past, the future and the fossilised faeces of ancient fish.
OPIA Collective’s The Girl With Glitter In Her Eye is an ambitious, theatrical piece that explores the narrative – and most importantly, the ownership of the narrative – around trauma. Written and directed by Masha Keninovna, the play tells the story of a friendship complicated by the revelation of trauma. It poses the question: is it possible to tell someone’s story without silencing them along the way?
It’s our one year anniversary! To celebrate, we wrote a little piece about why we decided to choose a female monster as inspiration for our magazine…
The latest explosive collaboration from Unlimited theatre and, feminist favourites, RashDash, brings us into the realm of artistic sci-fi. A montage of two-person sketches explores the human relationship with the machine from a scattergun of different angles. Ultimately, Future Bodies becomes a question of the human relationship with our own corporeal being.
Heading to Edinburgh this year? Check out Harpy’s new favourite comedian Ella Woods and her show Wing Defence: a comedy about sport by someone who hated it.
How many times have you rushed to the toilet in a panic when you’ve suspected that your period has reared its ugly head unannounced? How often have you inwardly cursed yourself for forgetting tampons and resorted to a flaky makeshift toilet tissue pad? Or covertly emailed your colleagues to see if they can help a sister out?
There should be a medical term for injuries sustained by men who do that exaggerated craning of the neck when anyone vaguely female is walking past him. Surely there’s some sort of long-term physical risk to this move?
December 2005 – I sat in front of the mirror outside my bedroom, rapidly jotting down my burning desire to host the launch of my world-changing first novel at my local library, so that ‘Forest Hill (the quiet, Tubeless corner of London that I grew up in) could be remembered for something more than the weird old walrus down the road