Poetry, prose, research & love letters, especially for you
Don’t worry darling
We women of the 2020s find ourselves in an interesting predicament. Emmeline Pankhurst led a well meaning bunch of revolutionary foremothers, with whom I would most definitely would have been marching had I been born a century earlier. They did much to liberate us from the XX chromosome-stymying perils of Victorian patriarchy (I feel this liberation keenly as I know categorically that my cyclical bouts of PMDD (or as the Victorians would have termed it ‘Hysteria’) would have had me incarcerated in a mental asylum for much if not all of my adult life had I lived then).
