There were warning signs back in April, signs I should have paid attention to. I was in hospital, about to go under general anaesthetic and I was playing a bargaining game with the surgeon. 

I was recently approached by Always to be part of the Irish team for their #LikeAGirl campaign, writes Louise O’Neill. 

Most of my childhood photos are of me lying unconscious in the most unlikely of places, mouth agape, drooling unattractively, writes Louise O’Neill.

It was a Wednesday when I saw it. Wednesday afternoon, to be precise, broad daylight, so I really wasn’t expecting it. 

A couple of years ago, my father called me into the living room because he wanted to show me something on the television, writes Louise O’Neill. 

This obsession with the word ‘girls’ is a by-product of a preoccupation with youth in women, writes Louise O’Neill

There are a few words that I use extensively in my daily life. Patriarchy. Misogyny. Feminism. Intersectionality. (I am great craic, please invite me to your parties.)

ONE of my favourite things to do around Oscar season is to read The Hollywood Reporter’s ‘Brutally Honest Oscar Ballot’ in which anonymous members of the Academy admit who they voted for and explain their reasons why.

I’m the person at barbecues dressed in what basically amounts to a bee-keeper’s uniform, writes Louise O’Neill.

I became interested in the power of positive thinking when I was 17 and found a copy of You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay on our bookshelves at home.