To grade the importance of any woman’s death by the sum of her beauty and the fame of the man she is involved with, reduces women to the parts that are most valued by patriarchal society: our looks, sex appeal and ability to use them to get that most important of accessories, a man.
After being bullied at my all-girls boarding school, I developed a social phobia, had to be withdrawn and take three months off. As an adult, female relationships can be just as hard to navigate, which, ironically, is why you need your friends around.
The worst manifestation for me is sleep paralysis, where I'm awake and totally unable to move, speak or scream for what seems like an hour. It's frequently accompanied by hallucinations, which are always of someone entering the room with a view to attacking while I'm paralysed.
There’s no way I could be friends with her again. When I tell someone to “fuck off and die”, as she effectively did to my career, I mean it. If the world was flooded with piss and she owned the only tree, I still wouldn’t bother.