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Don’t you dare tell me to check my privilege

Today’s left is a competition in shouting one another down

22 February 2014

9:00 AM

22 February 2014

9:00 AM

In the early 1970s, my dad was a singular sort of feminist. As well as working all night in a factory, he had banned my mother from the kitchen for as long as I could remember because, and I quote, ‘Women gets hysterical and you needs to be calm in a kitchen.’

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Julie Burchill is a columnist, author, and self-proclaimed ‘militant feminist’.

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