I'm sure my story is not unique by any stretch of the imagination - it's just that girls' stories don't tend to be allowed to be heard. And as a woman - I've had enough. Not only because I identify more with women's stories, but also because I believe the arts are failing because of the virtual exclusion of the world perspective of half the human race.
I'm not naive enough to believe that joining a political party solves everything, and I don't think that my WEP membership card is a magic wand that will make the patriarchy disappear in a cloud of feminist glitter. This certainly isn't the only step I'm going to take towards making my feminism more active. But it's a bloody good place to start, and I cannot wait to be a part of the amazing things I know WEP will achieve.
The Labour Party has an amazing record on championing women's rights, from the Equal Pay Act to the Abortion Act, yet at this election, we failed women. We can paint as many busses pink as we like, but if we elect yet another leader who does not appeal to women who are becoming increasingly alienated, we will lose their support for the foreseeable future.
At a jam-packed London concert when I was 16 years old, a man put his hand on my leg. I knew straight away that it was absolutely not okay. I did not know him, he had not spoken to me, and most importantly, at no point I answer yes to anything like, 'excuse me miss, can I put my hand on your thigh for a while?'.