Generally speaking, I am one of those people who needs to be feeling like death before I go anywhere near a doctor. Even then, if I think it’s death by virus, standard practice is paracetamol and a healthy dose of avoidance. Partly it’s a hallmark of being a teacher; the preparation of relief work while feverish is just about as…
We have a chequered history, Mother’s Day and I. My first and second were right shitters, if we’re being honest.
‘This piece of clothing prevents sexual assault.’ Umm, no it doesn’t.
You know what prevents sexual assault? People not sexually assaulting other people.
Men deciding that they don’t actually have the right to put their hands on a woman unless she wants them to. And so they don’t.