These days, sexism is a bit like Mery Streep in a new film: sometimes you don’t recognize it straightaway. You can be up to 20 minutes in, enjoying all the dinosaurs and space fights and the homesick Confederate soldiers, before you go, “Oh my god — under the wig! THAT’S MERYL!”


Very often, a woman can have left a party, caught the bus home, washed her face, got into bed, read 20 minutes of “The Female Eunuch”, and put the light out before she puts the light back on again, sits bolt upright, and shouts, “Hang on — I’VE JUST HAD SOME SEXISM THROWN AT ME. THAT WAS SOME SEXISM! WHEN THAT MAN CALLED ME “SUGAR TITS” — THAT WAS SEXISM, AND NOT AN HONEST MISPRONUNCIATION OF THE NAME ‘ANDREA’!”

Caitlin Moran, “How to be a Woman”

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