Monthly Archives: August 2014
A killjoy in crisis
Sometimes when I write about feminist killjoys, it might sound as if I am calling for her. It might sound as if for me her arrival is always a moment of political hope. That’s not always how it feels, even … Continue reading
Selfcare as Warfare
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” This is a revolutionary, extraordinary sentence. It is a much loved, much cited sentence. It is an arrow, which acquires its sharpness from … Continue reading
Broken Bones
In my chapter “Fragile Connections” in the book I am writing, Living a Feminist Life, I have been trying to think through the implications of how the histories that leave us fragile are often the histories that bring us to … Continue reading
Making Strangers
Strangers are made; strangers are unmade. Right from the beginning, I have been writing in the company of strangers. The figure of the stranger is familiar; the stranger is thus someone we recognise (as a stranger) rather than someone we … Continue reading
