They say the best way to get to know someone is to find out about their weaknesses. Declare your flaws, own them. Accept yourself in all your grandeur. We have given birth to the earth. Your strength is a tower compared to your weaknesses, so stand tall. You are indestructible and there is nothing that you cannot recover from.
I don't think I was ever not basically a feminist. The femands (that was a genuine typo but I'm keeping it in) have never seemed unreasonable to me. I do think the extent to which I felt involved and the degree to which I appreciated the problem have both changed for the better this year, and these changes have much to do with twitter.
Now, I wish to take a step back for a moment. You may be thinking it is strange for me to say 'mothers from day one', but it is true. If you look at the toys advertised for girls even today - what do we have? Garish amounts of playthings that are designed to ingrain a want in young girls to be perfect little wives and moulded into aspiring little mummies when they grow up.
I am at a loss. The Evans court case has filled me with such unease. Mostly, I am worried that this will put other women off from reporting their rape cases. Who on earth would want to put their past sex life up to such intense scrutiny? It just feels so wrong, on so many levels that I can't get my head round it all.
Ask any number of women and they might tell you that they shave their bodies for a number of phony reasons such as "societal pressure", it being generally stereotyped as "more feminine" and "attractive", or because it is "the norm". But there are much darker, much more serious reasons, why unshaven women are a danger to public health.
For me, Theresa May becoming Prime Minister is no clear sign of a new epoch of feminist history. That a woman will be head of state is undeniably a marker of our society being a great deal more egalitarian than it once was, and the effect that this will have on the generation growing up currently fills me with hope and confidence.
With great feminist knowledge, comes great responsibility. No longer will subliminal sexism go unnoticed in your favourite TV series, no longer can you re-watch childhood movies with ignorance at their underlying misogyny and no longer can you appreciate a cheeky rom-com without feeling like you've betrayed your own kind.
One morning last year, my year 13 form tutor told us she wasn't a feminist. Silence descended. Noticing the distinct lack of approving nods and the much more emphatic shiftiness and thumb-twiddling before her, our teacher hastily added "but obviously I believe in gender equality." She couldn't have paid us to keep quiet.
We formed deux furieuses in 2013 because we were angry on a personal level, on a career level and on a wider political level. We decided to self finance and release an album of songs about the things in the world which really angered us as we were not hearing this from other musicians at the time and the music itself did not seem enough anymore.
I could probably list a hundred reasons why I love Glasgow, with everything from the culture, music, architecture, nightlife, and countless restaurants, to buskers and bagpipers on Buchanan Street, the Clyde, the Duke of Wellington with his ever-stylish traffic cone hat, and, of course, the people of Glasgow themselves.