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Liam Neeson’s brand of racism never comes from an impulse. It’s innate.
“It’s not about gender,” Hadid says in her August cover story for the magazine. “It’s about, like, shapes.”
When I say "I'M FUCKED UP!" in a way that embraces where I am (and where other people are as well), I'm not creating an advertisement for fucked-upness or trying to convert anyone. I'm reporting from the trenches.
Why do we only have two terrible options to chose from?
Her grab for the political centre ground was really the return of the old Tory right.
Why Saving Labour is leaving a trail of destruction.
The Sun's stupid nostalgia will destroy everything we have.
Britain's involvement in the war created a rolling catastrophe that laid waste to an entire country, and now we're throwing endless reams of fluttering paper into the wreckage.
The legendary Punk magazine editor Legs McNeil talks about the time he tried to interview his friend Patti Smith for the classic book Please Kill Me.
Having a separate event for brown and black LGBT people may seem divisive, but we're not yet living in a post-racial utopia that somehow excludes Pride from prejudice.
I suffer from the Bannayan–Riley–Ruvalcaba syndrome, which means I have a bad heart, dark blots in my genital area and a tumour-like growth on my lips.
How many more killings in Europe until they stop making the front page of the newspapers, until spectacularised violence becomes as unspectacular as a car accident?