Georgina Baillie\’s story neatly crowns a horrible year for British women, one in which we have seemed, at times, almost to be invisible.
Oh, please, get a life will you?
Women in the UK are amongst the most privileged group of women ever to have lived.
Are there still areas of inequity? Perhaps, but compared to what went before they are trivial. Are there things which could be made better than they are? Probably, although I\’m not sure that the cost of doing so would be worth it. But all of that is entirely another matter.
A year in which the majority of university graduates are women, a year in which almost no one died in childbirth, a year in which absolutely no one in the country had to scrape in the fields with a hoe in order to eat (unless they actually wanted to), a year in which men and women had equal rights before the law, in the vote, a year in which, if we are to be honest, we were all, male and female, the beneficiaries of the fattest, happiest, richest civilisation the world has ever seen, cannot be described as "horrible".
Get a sense of proportion would you?