Having been forced to suffer the debate between pro and anti Corbyn campaigners, and found myself summarising the content into an exchange between two imaginary people, Tom being in favour of Corbyn, and Jennifer being firmly against. If it were recorded as a transcript, it would have read something like this:
To consider their victories a victory for all women is to ignore the many more cleavages in our society - can this truly be considered a victory for LGBT women, migrant women, working class women, when Leadsom opposed gay marriage, May has deported women facing rape and violence, and Thatcher 'smashed the glass ceiling and pulled the ladder up after her'?
Education is not a commodity, and it should not be something reserved for the privileged few. The Tories' endless assaults on higher education are an assault on our society at large, widening the gap between poor and privileged more than ever before. 'Social mobility' isn't just dying, it's already dead - and it's about time we started fighting to resuscitate it.
I'm not a Blairite simply for wanting Labour to stand a chance. I'm not unprincipled, I just see little point in uncompromising principles that can never be put into practice. I believe in a competitive and credible Labour Party that's able to undo some of the damage left by the Conservatives, and that party doesn't exist under Corbyn.
She is every bit as canny, strong, and cunning as her predeccessor, and the other beige politicos who have gone before her into and out of Downing Street, probably more so in fact. She is every bit as embroiled in the Westminster game as the men, and we cannot forget that as she takes charge of the country.
If Labour play their cards right, they can create a hopeful, unifying campaign with policies that speak to a broad spectrum of the electorate at a time when the Conservatives appear to be regressing back into an even uglier form of right wing politics. But they cannot do this with Corbyn at the helm.
I find myself feeling in inconsolably sad. Not because the country has forgone both financial security and a place at the top table, for the comfort of home-grown xenophobia. But because last week saw one good friend and former flatmate, Michael Gove, fillet and broil another, Boris Johnson, and for what?