Bullying labelled as feminism is still bullying

I am a feminist. I have spent years fighting to be treated the same as my male counterparts in business. A career I loved was tainted by the insufferable old boys’ network attitude. I have seen first hand the devastating effect of abusive relationships, belittling attitudes and discriminatory behaviours. And yet in recent weeks I have noticed women cruelly and mercilessly bullying men. Throwing allegations at them, calling them names and relentlessly hounding them for holding a different point of view. That is not feminism, it’s bullying and it’s not acceptable. I am a female, I am a feminist. I am not a…

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What if my child is a bully?

Every day I read another tragic news story about a child who has lost their life to suicide as a result of bullying. Pointless, mindless cruelty that the victim can do nothing about. What child is strong enough to stand up to big groups of children ganging up to make them feel worthless? As an adult I know what it feels like when you don’t fit in. When you walk into a room and nobody speaks to you or there are giggles and cruel comments about the way you look. It’s heartbreaking. I’m a big girl, I deal with it.…

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In defence of boundaries

We have come so far from the terrible times that my dad tells me about when he was a child. He and his brothers would be beaten by the teachers simply for having a German surname. Even when I was young, it was considered acceptable for parents to smack their children who were misbehaving. These days, such punishment is quite rightly frowned upon. Increasingly, the focus is on raising well rounded, confident children. Giving them the building blocks to one day function as strong, independent adults. Many people go as far as to avoid using certain words to their offspring,…

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To the mum who turned a blind eye

I saw your children playing together. You mums were chatting nearby. How sweet to see your girls getting along so well. Two good friends holding hands, taking turns, whispering together and sharing secrets. My little girl saw them too. She didn’t know them, but they were only a bit older than her and she was so excited to find someone to play with. She went bounding over with a huge smile on her face and made it her mission to join in with their game. I saw her copying them, trying to get their attention. Soon, they were playing a different…

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