Too many women are forced to abort by poverty, by their menfolk, by their parents. A choice is only possible if there are genuine alternatives.

Status ought not to be measured by a woman's ability to attract and snare a man.

Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses of a subhumanly ugly mate?

Developing the muscles of the soul demands no competitive spirit, no killer instinct, although it may erect pain barriers that the spiritual athlete must crash through.

There are poems about the internet and about the shipping forecast but very few by women celebrating men.

Bollocks have never frightened me. I'll eat a bollock any time.

Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.