Imagine if the Elon Musks and Donald Trumps of the world began urging their followers to plant a tree or grow some veg.

"Where once you threw yourself around in a mangle of elbows, or at least stood at the back bobbing along to the band, today’s gigs have become a prime source of that midlife regenerative rage."

No hinting, no lingering... just a short sharp quit, accompanied by a sentence so refreshing it rivals rolling around naked in fresh snow: “I am not the best person for the job anymore”

"There is no mention of Lise Meitner, the physicist who discovered nuclear fission in 1939; without her, there’d have been no Manhattan Project. Instead we have the alcoholic wife and the suicidal lover."

To the untrained eye, they’re indistinguishable. It’s deepfake, except real

Emma Dabiri’s beautiful, brilliant book is about reclaiming our own sense of beauty, so that joy and connection replace comparison and self-criticism

My partner is Jewish, I'm pro-Palestine, if we can't listen to each other, what hope do two warring states have?

That women are still formally in thrall to ideas from 1937 like “duties in the home” is laughable – yes, for those of us lucky enough to have a home, duties are most definitely involved, unless you have a butler.

"People get their lover's faces screened onto a cartoon 99, and the instruction to "Lick Me Til Ice Cream"."

"What Ann Lovett taught us was that the adults in charge could not be trusted, that they would rather see a girl dead than pregnant; for 15-year-old girls up and down the country, the message was stark. You were on your own."