Germaine Greer
I expected more from Caitlin Moran
I first met Caitlin Moran at Julie Burchill’s flat in Bloomsbury. This was in the early 1990s and she was…
From Middlemarch to Mickey Mouse: a short history of The Spectator’s books and arts pages
The Spectator arts and books pages have spent 10,000 issues identifying the dominant cultural phenomena of the day and being difficult about them, says Richard Bratby
Terf wars and the ludicrous lexicon of feminist theory
Fiore de Henriquez, a sculptor, had a wonderfully high-windowed studio at the bottom of Cadogan Square, where I sometimes visited…
A cacophony of complaint
What sort of monster gives a bad review to a book by someone who was gang raped as a 12-year-old…
What happened when my son went to school as Goldilocks
Whenever I hear a leftie complain about being abused on Twitter, I think: ‘You should try being me.’ A case…
It’s dangerous and wrong to tell all children they’re ‘gender fluid’
Children are not all ‘gender fluid’. It’s dangerous and wrong to try to persuade them that they are
Feminism is over, the battle is won. Time to move on
Victory has left 21st-century feminists in a morass of social-media sniping
The new sexual revolution
Young people today refuse to be simply gay, straight or bi
Emer O’Toole is a joyless bore compared with my heroine Caitlin Moran, says Julie Burchill
Looking at the brightly coloured front cover of this book, I felt cheerful; turning it over and seeing the word…
How I became editor of The Spectator - aged 27
Thirty years ago this Saturday, I became editor of this magazine. In the same month, the miners’ strike began, Anthony…
Radio 3 needs to stay relevant, and world music is just the ticket
When my colleague Charles Moore first began accusing Radio 3 of becoming ‘babyish’, and talking down to us as if…