Christina the Egalitarian

  Ann Widdecombe wasn't exactly everyone's cup of tea. She had opinions. Strong ones. Sometimes controversial ones. Sometimes deeply unpopular ones. Plenty of people spent years arguing with her, mocking her, shouting at the television every time she appeared on Question Time. Fine. That's politics. But if your first reaction to hearing that someone has been murdered is "LOL" or "Good riddance", I think we've wandered into some fairly grim territory. What exactly are you celebrating? That someone was violently killed? That another human being died terrified? That somebody's family got the phone call no family ever wants? I've seen people online acting like this is some sort of football result. "Our side won." No. Nobody won. A woman is dead. And before anyone starts... "No, but she said horrible things." Probably. She said plenty of things I disagreed with. Vigorously. That's still a million miles away from concluding ...

 Alright, grab your popcorn because we’ve got a doozy of a drama going down in the world of British entertainment, and it involves Wynne Evans —a Welsh tenor, Strictly Come Dancing tour cast member, and, apparently, the latest target of social media’s relentless pile-on. If you’re not familiar with the UK’s Strictly Come Dancing (which, to give you some context, is our version of Dancing with the Stars ), it’s a popular TV competition where celebrities are paired with professional dancers to show off their ballroom skills. It’s full of glitz, glamour, and, naturally, drama. The show runs for a few months, but after the TV series wraps, there’s a big live Strictly Come Dancing tour—where the stars hit the road and perform in arenas across the UK. Think of it as Dancing with the Stars on steroids—minus the literal steroids, obviously. So, if you’ve somehow missed the drama surrounding Wynne Evans, don’t worry—I’m here to fill you in. Let’s start from the beginning. Wynne, 53, is ...

 Oh, wow, lads, it’s International Men’s Day ! Are we all supposed to clap and cheer now? Don’t trip over yourselves celebrating, because here’s the tea: every bloody day is International Men’s Day. You’ve had centuries of statues, holidays, and history books dedicated to you, but sure—let’s give you one official day to feel extra special. But wait, you’re upset because it doesn’t get the same attention as International Women’s Day? Aw, bless your fragile egos. Let me guess: this is the patriarchy’s fault too? Oh, wait—it actually is ! Everything wrong with men’s lives is because of your beloved, self-made patriarchy , the gift that keeps on taking. Suicide rates? That’s on the patriarchy, love, for telling you that emotions are for weaklings. Men’s health ignored? Patriarchy again, prioritizing profit and power over care. Struggles in custody battles? Classic patriarchy nonsense, deciding that childcare is “women’s work” and shoving you out the door. You see, lads, misandry is...

 Today is International Men’s Day . Yes, really. Some of you might not have even known it existed, and I wouldn’t blame you. Unlike International Women’s Day, which is marked with widespread celebrations, detailed social media posts, and even full-blown events, International Men’s Day often passes by unnoticed. You know, the day where we talk about men’s mental health, men’s physical health, fatherhood, and all the stuff that gets conveniently swept under the rug the other 364 days of the year. Wait, what’s that? You didn’t know it was today? Shocking. Where are the hashtags? Where are the corporate-sponsored campaigns? Where are the panels, the interviews, and the inspirational montages? On women's day, you can’t scroll two seconds without seeing an influencer posting about “empowered women,” companies throwing events, or brands churning out social media graphics like their marketing budgets depend on it (because they probably do). But men’s day? Barely a whisper. Nada. Crickets.A...

I’m here to rant about the upcoming drama  Curfew —a show that hasn’t even aired yet but has already set my blood boiling. The premise? A dystopian future where men are under a strict curfew from 7 PM to 7 AM, their movements tracked like prisoners and they’re monitored via ankle tags because—wait for it— men are all dangerous.  It sounds eerily similar to the ludicrous calls for a men’s curfew that cropped up in the wake of Sarah Everard’s tragic death. As if collective punishment of an entire gender was ever a reasonable solution.  The response to that tragedy, while rooted in genuine concern, devolved into a collective panic that suggested men should be treated as potential criminals simply because of their gender. This is not just lazy thinking; it’s a gross oversimplification of a complex issue. Yes, women need to feel safe in public spaces…but we all do- regardless of gender, so vilifying an entire gender as inherently dangerous is not the solution.  I mean, co...

  There’s something about the term "girl's girl" that makes my skin crawl. It's not just a harmless phrase, but one that comes with an unsettling implication: women are obligated to automatically support or compliment other women simply because of shared gender. The expectation that we must be unfailingly polite or shower others with kindness just because we both have the same anatomy is patronizing, to say the least.  Alright, let’s dive right into this dumpster fire of an expression: "girl's girl." Just hearing it makes my blood pressure rise. I’m not here to sugarcoat it—it’s a phrase loaded with nonsense, and it’s time we collectively throw it in the bin. Why, you ask? Because it comes with the ridiculous assumption that if someone has the same set of genitalia as you, you must  nice to them, compliment them, and be their bestie by default. News flash: having the same reproductive organs as someone else doesn’t automatically create a bond of sisterho...