Like other female journalists, I've often stayed silent at what seemed like inappropriate comments or behaviour from male colleagues. Partly because none of it seemed severe enough to warrant a formal complaint, but also because of fears of recrimination as a junior journalist. That worry isn't entirely in the past.
I know so many great women. I have incredible female mentors, friends, family members and role models. If you asked me to name 10 amazing women in my immediate acquaintance you'd have to stop me at 50 before I drew breath. By acknowledging the impact that our misogynistic culture has had on the way I think about women, I hope that I can one day be in some way worthy to count myself their friend, sister and student.
We don't hear about perpetrators. Headlines always read "Woman raped in Hartlepool", "Study shows 24% students victims of abuse". Unless perpetrators are famous or politically sensitive then reporting is passive...this gives the impression rape 'just happens', ruins lives like a fair-weather thunderbolt.
Almost straightaway the negative reactions began. While there is always a valuable place for disagreement and the sort of comment that can develop an article's argument or add to it, this eleven-year-old's writing incited such descriptions as "feminist bull-shit" and ambiguous statements that the author belonged "to a certain tribe."
I found exposing myself to physical threats fundamentally incompatible with pregnancy, the first of which ended in miscarriage after being pinned up against a wall by a man who uttered the words "body bag" (amongst others) in my ear. My crime? Co-organising a series of demonstrations exposing the genocide in Darfur.
You can choose to see commentary about Sketch to Store as filler content between the headlines and the sport - which it is. But all of those slices of visual propaganda - seen and debated or not - are part of the mechanism which keeps us stuck in the moment, never moving forward. But, mostly spending. Still - who gives a fcuk, right?
Those of us who use the social construct of free speech in order to critique and challenge do so without behaving like a bunch of abusive nincompoops. That is the real challenge in a civilised society: using the theory of free speech whilst recognising that we will always need to limit it because of the arrogance and ignorance of a few.
Since Marion Bartoli won the 2013 Women's Singles at Wimbledon last Saturday, the internet has been awash with analysis of the French star. But the vast bulk of the digital wave has been not discussion of her style, her power, her focus... and no coverage appears to have taken issue with the other party to the conversation: former world number one (female) tennis player Tracy Austin.
In my 14 June article, 'Feminist Takeover of Bra-Busters,' Lili Fitna was granted admin privileges by the creator of a porn Facebook site and Fitna together with fellow radical feminists took over this website, kicked off the male administrator and installed a human rights website dedicated to women's rights and self-expression.
Julia Gillard, who just wants to get on with being Prime Minister, and keeps being reminded that she's a woman and is therefore inferior at everything. Julia is in Australian Women's Weekly this week, with a picture of her knitting a kangaroo for the royal baby. The internet, the opposition party, several news outlets and some knitting purists are up in arms.