You’re on your own kid. Well, if you’re a boy, anyway.

Growing up, I – we – had The Spice Girls. I was completely enamoured by ‘girl power’ all the way back in 1996. I dressed up with my friends, had my favourite (Baby, but I was always made to be Victoria because of my hair and my name. She is my favourite now, however). I performed and danced with my sister, friends and cousins – I collected absolutely everything – and sang my little heart out. It was glorious. 

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The public dismantling of women in the media isn’t new, but it’s now Martha Hancock’s turn.

The scorned wife, the femme fatale and the public dismantling of women. It’s a misogynistic and woefully predictable ploy used by the tabloid press to sell papers and generate clicks, and this week, Martha Hancock is in the firing line. As a reminder for anyone who may need it, accomplished osteopath and mother of three, […]

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