To pluck, or not to pluck, a feminist rant

“Ew what the hell is that on your legs -” Oh, you mean the leg hair that fifty percent of the population feel they must scour off their skin, encase young girls feel empowered to accept their normal and natural bodies. “That’s disgusting and unhygienic -” Actually, it’s very hygienic, otherwise, men would be falling to the…

Hush woman! Take your hormones out of the office

“This is your workplace!” He screamed, letting his voice carry until all the smirking eye’s turned to watch her. He carried on yelling,  “stop being so brassy and take your hormones to the bathroom.” A hushed laughter fell across the room, bouncing from desk to desk until the mocking tune surrounded her. “I only asked when…

“Pink is for girls,” ew.

“Here you go love, a little something for the baby,” an elderly voice says. Turning, I am handed a brightly coloured package. I grin, an animalistic part of me takes it greedily, ripping apart the wrapping. A bright pink tutu glares at me, mocking me with its unruly netting. “It’s… very pink,” I say. A…

A woman can be everything

She wants to be happy. This dull grey world feels so bleak, Breaking these barriers into a new realm She is ready to climb from peak to peak. She wants to be happy. Live a life free of pain, Each day a new adventure With monsters to be slain. She wants to be happy. Who…