I went to an International Women's Day event last night that debunked both the myth that women aren't funny, and the myth that every comedy night has to have at least one bad act.
The former secondary school loner is able to go it alone and has usually been made all the braver and interesting thanks to earlier rejection from their peers for various arbitrary but at the time vital teenage reasons.
Why aren't we talking about consent more? It isn't just about sex, it's about everything we do, or don't do in life. Yes, we might chant a bit of 'Yes means yes and no means no' on a march but how often do you analyse a chant?
When I met him at St Pancras Friedrich was crying. ‘Oh my goodness I’ve been jabbering on about trainics and somebody’s died.’ I thought. Nobody had died. “I am not in love with you,” he wept.