Dear Readers,

I tried to get over my anger regarding feminism/equality/commentators but I failed.

So for the next five days I’m going to inflict upon you The F Series. It’s a series where I wander aimlessly through the vast empty expanse of my tired mind to try to sort exactly what I think about that bloody F word.

Hopefully, there may be some laughter on the way, somewhere, but I can’t promise it.

So, you wonderful elite bunch of beautiful people just bear with me for five days. You don’t have to read if you don’t want (but if you could still click in that would be nice because my meagre stats are even more shot to hell at the moment and I do have to try to work on that once I stop ranting). If any of you (that includes you blokes too) want to say anything at all about any of the posts PLEASE DO.  You can even disagree with me, I’m cool with that as long as we are all respectful, snarking is not allowed.

I’m angry because I feel contemporary feminism is not acknowledging some of the social and domestic challenges of the past 40 years and voices are being lost or alienated because of a mode of communication which defaults to put-down and snark rather than appreciating the world is big place, every individual experience counts and we can all benefit from really trying to LISTEN occasionally.

So here in my little mini media empire, where funny, clever, ordinary people gather to have a laugh, or cry, or think (that’s you readers that I’m talking about there) we are going to investigate just what feminism means to ALL of us.

So first post will be up tomorrow.

Cheers

Janine