Part 3. How Not To Park A Camper Van I was designated driver #1. “Do I get to drive?”, asked Shane. I glared at Beccy. “No”, she said, “just sit back and relax – Dash is an excellent driver”. “Dash?”, he said. I glared at her again. “Um, we call her that because she moves… Continue reading POMS CROSSING OZ (well, part of it…) PART 3
(by Lexie Walters and Alice Moy) IN ONE MAJOR AREA we are still NOT equal. PUBLIC TOILETS! If we had to wait longer than a man to be served in a bar or to use a cash machine, there’d be uproar. But there are few complaints made about the fact that we have to hang… Continue reading Equality? Huh!
by PALOMA UH; “tweaked” by Lexie Walters* ————————————————————- THE BOYS TOILET in my first school had ‘wild west’-style swing doors which allowed us to check on the inhabitants as they sat there. Yes, when you’re 5 in Spain and you attend the “little” school I did, you briefly think you’ve made it to… Continue reading Schooldays in Spain (by Paloma UH)
I mean in a perfect world we wouldn’t need it. We’d all be equal. No-one would be criticised for looking any different from anyone else. Men wouldn’t have rights or privileges which we don’t have. But this isn’t a perfect world. We aren’t equal and we ARE criticised, made fun of, and exploited for being… Continue reading Why Feminism?
[I know some of you are wondering why I’m concentrating more on the personal nature of the trip rather than on the scenery and settlements. That’s because the whole ‘feminist’ nature of it was to bond while away from men. I could write a separate travelogue piece, but that’ll have to wait!] Part 2. Beccy… Continue reading POMS CROSSING OZ (well, part of it…) PART 2
by PALOMA UH “tweaked” by Lexie Walters. ————————————————————- SO WHAT’S DRIVING ME CRAZY? MEN! I’m a 125-pound, 23 year old Spanish girl, I’ve lived in London and Philadelphia as well as Rioja country in Spain. I’ve been driving since I was 15 (on private land), and in the last 8 years… Continue reading DRIVING ME CRAZY (or “My Troubles Behind The Steering Wheel”)
Part 1. Gearsticks and Roo-bars “It’s no good”, said Sara, “it will NOT go into reverse gear”. “Yes it will!”, I said frustratingly, “just force it!” “I’ve tried”, she said wearily, “it just groans at me – and I don’t want to break it.” “It” was a 1971 Volkswagen Camper Van that was on loan… Continue reading POMS CROSSING OZ (well, part of it…)
Well, why not? That’s a good enough starting point. Every little girl should be taught the principles of feminism from an early age. NO – I don’t mean indoctrinated! I mean that the first time she encounters discrimination, it should be carefully explained to her the ways of a patriarchal world (probably not using that… Continue reading Why I’m A Feminist (in brief!)
I sit down to pee. If you think that’s a silly remark to make, you’d be surprised at the number of women who don’t anymore. Or perhaps you wouldn’t if you’re one of them! I mean with the proliferation of FUDs (Female Urinary Devices) – the Shenis, the Knows Hose, etc. – most of which… Continue reading I am NOT a man without a penis (by Nicky Douglas)
Tiny todger or super sausage? We all remember the excitement or disappointment on first seeing a boy’s full-sized floppy. But some girls can even remember, at the age of 4 or 5, watching their brother’s specimen in the bath. I personally saw my cousin’s first. According to my mother I was mesmerised by it when… Continue reading “MY FIRST WILLIE”