The Gloria Steinem I knew
I first met Gloria Steinem at the Café des Artistes in October 1997. That bohemian spot in Lower Manhattan was the feminist writer Andrea Dworkin’s favorite meeting place. She once…
The red telephone box can save Britain
In the old St Pancras graveyard nestled behind King’s Cross, there is a tomb. Engraved with pineapples and an ouroboros, and crowned with a shallow dome, it is the resting…
The chew toy that ate my small business
Two summers ago, a 61-year-old blind woman I’d never met sued me for allegedly injuring her. Her accusation: I had impeded her ability to buy a Snugarooz Floos N’ Fun…
The great mayoralty swindle
If a week is a long time in politics, then seven months must be an age. It was only in January this year that members of Labour’s ruling National Executive…
Death and glory at the Isle of Man TT
“Those who risk nothing, do nothing, achieve nothing, become nothing.” Etched into the black marble of a Bradford gravestone, these words commemorate the life and victories of David Jeffries. He…
The twilight of the intellectual dark web
Once upon a time, Jordan Peterson was seen as something like the Galileo of anti-wokeness. No longer. Following a highly publicized struggle with benzodiazepine addiction, requiring extended treatment overseas, the…