If lefties are looking for a 'take down' of a recent HuffPost UK's blog, which argued that anti-abortionists could also be progressives, this might do...

I've started asking women I know if they consider themselves to be feminists. Whilst doing this I've discovered two things. Firstly, the question causes a little flicker of embarrassment in me. It's almost like asking, were you a virgin when you got married? Or something similar to that type of anachronistic nonsense. Secondly, most women I've asked seem similarly uncomfortable and are often pretty reluctant to identify themselves with Feminism.

Northern Ireland is known for its history of religious and state conflict; a recent scar that most of us living here would wish healed. So strange then that the group most disregarded during the Troubles, yet vital to its peace process, i.e. women, should be the subject of unity between the extremes of both Catholic and Protestant religious voices this week

I certainly find the clinic-praying distasteful and ill-judged (especially from those who claim to want to help women facing unwanted pregnancies) but it's the lies and scare tactics of these 'counselling' sessions which I find truly 'un-Christian'.

As a BPAS employee, Cath Sutton's first priority will inevitably be to deflect attention from what they're doing by, in my opinion, lying about what we do. The photos Abort67 uses, however, are accurate depictions of the results of what BPAS does to babies. Sutton and BPAS are frankly lying when they accuse us of shouting at or insulting women. We've never called anyone a murderer, we just let the photos speak for themselves. The photos are real, and raise the question: if what goes on in an abortion facility is so horrific that it has to be hidden at any cost, why do we tolerate it?

My dilemma is this; if sex-selection abortion is rooted in the most unacceptable gender discrimination, how should a feminist who is pro-choice respond?

We smokers are verbally pummelled or beaten and frequently ridiculed by friends, family, loved ones and random members of the public for our intermittent, yet orgasmic, breaks with those killer sticks.