Sexual assault and me. And so many others.

by Louise Jones

Last Friday night I published a post on my own blog about my experiences with sexual assault on trains. The response was overwhelming with over 2000 RTs, 150 blog comments, tweets from the likes of… Read More →

These Associations

by Louise Jones

I’m sitting on the cold, hard, and uncomfortable floor of the Turbine Hall at the Tate Modern opposite a woman a few years older than me. She’s Italian, with big round glasses and… Read More →

Caroline Flack vs irresponsible teenage mag.

by Louise Jones

Looks like something from Mean Girls, doesn’t it? The Burn Book. Abusing, degrading, picking apart girls. Apart from this isn’t the Burn Book. Nor is it fiction. It’s from a magazine. A real… Read More →

The friendzone and its self-absorbed inhabitants, by Louise Jones

by Louise Jones

Once upon a time there was a girl. Let’s call her Anthilofloraptus, because I can call her Anthilofloraptus because this is MY STORY. Anna, for short. Anna was a nice girl. She was pretty,… Read More →