I’m neither ‘pro-women’ nor ‘anti-men’. I’m just ‘Thumbs up for the six billion

We need to reclaim the word feminism. We need to reclaim the word feminism real bad.

My core belief is that if you're complaining about something for more than three minutes, two minutes ago you should have done something about it.

Life divides into amazing enjoyable times and appalling experiences that will make future amazing anecdotes.

Any action a woman engages in from a spirit of joy, and within a similarly safe and joyous environment, falls within the city-walls of feminism. A girl has a right to dance how she wants, when her favourite record comes on.

I think that instead of feminism being a political thing, it should be an act of creativity. It's more of a rock n' roll thing.

I’m going to lie this one right on the line, right here, right now: I’m pro big pants. Strident feminism NEEDS big pants. Really big. I’m currently wearing a pair that could have been used as a fire blanket to put out the Great Fire of London at any point during the first 48 hours or so. They extend from the top of my thigh to my belly button, and effectively double up as a second property that I can escape to at weekends. If I were going to run for parliament, it would be solely on a platform of ‘Get Women In Massive Grundie’s’.